They found me face down in the bins taking out the trash
Still, I won't be told, copacetic, everything is fine
I was carrying too much weight, so I break, habit escalates
Sometimes I enter rooms and forget why

Can't believe I'm stressed, can't believe I'm pressed
Can't believe I'm vexed in the liquor isle
Drink the lemonade, turn another day
Send another text, so I style it out
Just the other day, what you tryna say? What you tryna say?
I was looking well, boys, everyone keep buying me books
Little brother knows the tango
Lil' bro can sing the blues
Little bro knows lots of things that he's not afraid to use

He says he knows when I've been drinking
He says he knows when I'm lost
He says he knows when I am lying
And he knows when I am not
But it works both ways, brother
I know you're loving this
My little brother does a lot

My frenemy lives in town and I see him almost twice a week
So we shoot the shit and pretend that this is all it is
But what's the point of art if weak-willed and the (?)
Do you remember summer's learning Bible verse?

Can't believe I'm stressed, can't believe I'm pressed
Can't believe I'm vexed, does my breath smell like wine?
Drink the lemonade, turn another day
Send another text, running out of time
Just spit it out, bro, what you tryna say? What you tryna say?
I was looking well, what you need to watch is your conniving tongue
Little brother wrote a letter
Lil' bro prepared a speech
Little bro rehearsed it all, but he will not come to it

He says he knows when I've been drinking
He says he knows when I'm lost
He says he knows when I am lying
And he knows when I am not
But it works both ways, brother
I know you're loving this
My little brother does the most

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Writer(s): Justin Harris, Kele Okereke, Louise Bartle, Russell Lissack