[Intro: Bojack Horseman and Diane]
I never said you were a bad person I just said it's not you. And you know it's not you
Oh, and this party is you? Who are all these people?
These are my friends
Name one of them
Tes... -ley
You're just looking at the Tesla!
I don't know why it's so hard for you to believe that I can be happy. I'm not like you, ok? I don't fetishize my own sadness
I don't fetishize my own sadness
You don't know anything about me
[Verse 1: amaii, Unknown, and Tyler, the Creator]
And I'm wrapped in a blanket
Cause it's 2 AM on a Saturday
She is very gorgeous to me! (Laughter)
And I'm trying to be anyone else
Anyone who isn't me
I think I'm really dying
I'm speaking in fragmented sentences
Yeah, I heard that
No, I'm really dying
And putting words together that don't make sense
Are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now?
Cause Phoebe Bridgers does it
Not really. I'm really into this pizza though
But I'm not her
You can never get to class on time anymore
The halls are too long for that
I have 12 tardies on my record
And I missed prom
And I wrote this song instead and I wish that it didn't turn out this way but sometimes the hall just doesn't go where you want it to go
[Interlude]
Is it the chorus yet?
No, its a building of the verse
I- I- I- I-
[Chorus]
I'm losing track of time
I don't know what you're thinking about
I'm losing track of time
But I'm thinking 'bout it anyway
I'm losing track of time
I don't know what I'm thinking about
I'm losing track of time
Yeah
I'm losing track of time
I don't, I don't, I don't
Yeah!
I'm losing track of time
I don't know what I'm thinking about
I'm losing track of time
Time
[Interlude: Diane]
You know what's gonna happen? You're gonna win that Oscar. And then you're gonna go up on that stage, and give your little speech, and then you're gonna go home! And you're gonna be so miserable you'll wanna kill yourself. And you're gonna have nobody left to stop you
[Verse 2: amaii and Ben Shapiro]
Your online friends are not your friends
You don't have to bother going to them and making things okay unless you want something from them (ooh ayy ayy)
Bitches wanna be like waah waah I'm boujee and im-
(Laughter)
Can someone please buy me a fuckin'
Chicken sandwich (or some Five Guys)
Not from Chick-Fil-A though, it doesn't even taste good there and they're mean to gay people
I hate you still
It's 1:30 in the morning already
I'm losing track of time
I never said you were a bad person I just said it's not you. And you know it's not you
Oh, and this party is you? Who are all these people?
These are my friends
Name one of them
Tes... -ley
You're just looking at the Tesla!
I don't know why it's so hard for you to believe that I can be happy. I'm not like you, ok? I don't fetishize my own sadness
I don't fetishize my own sadness
You don't know anything about me
[Verse 1: amaii, Unknown, and Tyler, the Creator]
And I'm wrapped in a blanket
Cause it's 2 AM on a Saturday
She is very gorgeous to me! (Laughter)
And I'm trying to be anyone else
Anyone who isn't me
I think I'm really dying
I'm speaking in fragmented sentences
Yeah, I heard that
No, I'm really dying
And putting words together that don't make sense
Are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now?
Cause Phoebe Bridgers does it
Not really. I'm really into this pizza though
But I'm not her
You can never get to class on time anymore
The halls are too long for that
I have 12 tardies on my record
And I missed prom
And I wrote this song instead and I wish that it didn't turn out this way but sometimes the hall just doesn't go where you want it to go
[Interlude]
Is it the chorus yet?
No, its a building of the verse
I- I- I- I-
[Chorus]
I'm losing track of time
I don't know what you're thinking about
I'm losing track of time
But I'm thinking 'bout it anyway
I'm losing track of time
I don't know what I'm thinking about
I'm losing track of time
Yeah
I'm losing track of time
I don't, I don't, I don't
Yeah!
I'm losing track of time
I don't know what I'm thinking about
I'm losing track of time
Time
[Interlude: Diane]
You know what's gonna happen? You're gonna win that Oscar. And then you're gonna go up on that stage, and give your little speech, and then you're gonna go home! And you're gonna be so miserable you'll wanna kill yourself. And you're gonna have nobody left to stop you
[Verse 2: amaii and Ben Shapiro]
Your online friends are not your friends
You don't have to bother going to them and making things okay unless you want something from them (ooh ayy ayy)
Bitches wanna be like waah waah I'm boujee and im-
(Laughter)
Can someone please buy me a fuckin'
Chicken sandwich (or some Five Guys)
Not from Chick-Fil-A though, it doesn't even taste good there and they're mean to gay people
I hate you still
It's 1:30 in the morning already
I'm losing track of time
( Amaii )
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