Don't You Think the Air Is Stuffy?

Bring it to me, the nostalgia
You say you want some
Lyricism about the fire
You had when you were young

Sleeping by the TV
Bright gaming colors
Wakin' up alone in a room full of good foredom

Gossip run through the night
And I don't think I can even do the right writing about the feelings of feeling wrong
Can't worship between the shifts of doing the right lines
About the weather or when you tag along

Bring it to me, honest houses
Looking light as fuck
As if I'm counting the paranoias
That you pretend to evoke

Gossip run through the night
And I don't think I can even do the right writing about the feelings of feeling wrong
Can't worship between the shifts of doing the right lines
About the weather or when you tag along

Bring it to me/Give it to me (feelings)