PARADISE

London, Paris

I can’t decide

Quick fix, get rich,

Quit analyzing,

Too live to live this scared to die,

Don’t cry, no fear, in paradise,

Think I got here on a prayer or wish,

Broke parts of myself I was scared to fix,

Used to hit the pub, pissed, on a pair of sticks,

Now I spend my pub checks on a therapist,

This the letting go gospel,

All my old mottos exhausted and so hollow,

My lil homie’d follow me, swallow the whole bottle,

And now his mom sober and said I’m a role model, it’s—

Levels to it, getting through it

If I, say it, bet I, do it,

Do it look like I be stressed, or pressed for praise?

New bitch on my chest, ain’t dressed in days,

You on the 'Gram tryna flex, impress for plays,

I don’t even feel bad, it’s best this way,

Used to spend all my time on yesterday,

But now it’s all let go, I’m left debating—

London, Paris

I can’t decide

Quick fix, get rich,

Quit analyzing,

Too live to live this scared to die,

Don’t cry, no fear, in paradise,

They be like—

Where you gone? Where you been at?

Been six years you been saying you would get back,

Dipped out, manned up, passport stamped up,

Way I see it now, I think my only ever setback is jet lag,

And being real man, I’ve been that dude,

Girls on my line, am I still that smooth?

Up in France like, “how I say you cute?”,

“Tu es mignon”, merci beaucoup, ooo,

It’s all part of the plan,

No one still around from the start of the band,

But Mom thanks God I never got an advance,

There was a time when that was something I could not understand,

Now I, go hit the tropics, off gifted phonics,

Bring up the bread, and they switch the topic,

Y’all split the bill, we split the profit,

Came all this way, my only thought is—

London, Paris

I can’t decide

Quick fix, get rich,

Quit analyzing,

Too live to live this scared to die,

Don’t cry, no fear, in paradise,