[Intro] Do I look available? [Beat In] [Verse 1] I wish I had the time to wipe those tears What a shame Like I got all that time to sit around And fan a flame Got a list, got a life, got shit to do Pick a lane If I stop for half a second I might feel something again [Pre-Chorus] Not now Not here Put it in the queue I got six more things to bury Before I get to you [Chorus] I’m too busy knocking lights out Nothing shines when I’m out These bum bitches think they can live in my house Shorty, that’s a no-go But I’ll leave it on a high note Smile nice for the photo Don’t be sad when you hear the song that I wrote I’m too busy to cry though [Post-Chorus] Cry later Cry later Put it on the list Cry later Cry later I don’t have time for this [Verse 2] Missed call, bad news Leave it at the tone Every problem gets too comfortable Then acts like it lives at home Pack it up, get out Take your little storm I’ve been standing in the wreckage Looking better than before [Pre-Chorus] No pause No peace No room in my day I can schedule devastation For a more convenient date [Chorus] I’m too busy knocking lights out Nothing shines when I’m out These bum bitches think they can live in my house Shorty, that’s a no-go But I’ll leave it on a high note Smile nice for the photo Don’t be sad when you hear the song that I wrote I’m too busy to cry though [Post-Chorus] Cry later Cry later Put it on the list Cry later Cry later I don’t have time for this [Glitch Break] Monday, booked Tuesday, booked Wednesday, don’t fucking look Thursday, rage Friday, fine Saturday, maybe Sunday, no time [Beat Stops] [Bridge, Half-Spoken] I’m not numb I’m efficient I’m not hurt I’m on a mission I’m not running from the feeling I’m just moving with precision If my eyes get a little glassy That’s the lighting Mind your business I would love to fall apart But baby... Check my fucking calendar. [Drop] [Final Chorus] I’m too busy knocking lights out Whole room dies when I walk out These bum bitches think they can live in my house Shorty, I said no-go So I’ll leave it on a high note Blood red in the photo Don’t be sad when you hear the song that I wrote I’m too busy to cry though I’m too busy making noise now Can’t hear my own voice now Every little feeling trying to claw its way out Tell it come back tomorrow I’ll be standing on the high note Perfect for the photo Don’t be sad when you hear the song that I wrote I’m too busy to cry though [Outro, Spoken] Put it on the calendar. No, not that day. Try next year.
