Maybe pass my pops the phone, yeah
Fucking up
Prolly posted up with my niggas and my family
He was prolly watching over me
Nothing feels only like a half-truth
You can go and save your tissues
Spiral twist, over it
Someone to know, at the north pole
[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
"Hey, how you doing?
Man, this ain’t a swan song
But shit, man, I don’t hear it
Plastic confidence I know you see-through
I hit your phone , nights get so cold
Everyone says I sound just like him
And you were watching over me when I wrote this, yeah"
Plastic confidence I know you see-through
Songs start going up and I get hit with "Oh, I missed you"s
So why start now?
Gets so alone, at the north pole [?]
Same number since ’04, so you can miss me with the excuse
Even though I know he know it
Spiral twist, over it
My mom was there watching me in the crowd when I performed it
Nothing fails faster than a reboot
In that car when I had wrote it
Nothing fails faster than a reboot
Nothing feels only like a half-truth
Spiral twist, over it
Nothing fails faster than a reboot
And I’m not the type to go and use a GPS
Feels like I lost my way
[Outro]
Man, I swear than you can free like 600 bars without losing it
Yeah, I’m not too hard to find
I just need you, something to hold
Spiral twist, over it
Never realized how much he looked like you, shit
Since I been home, at the north pole
Was going through my phone and I still got you in my contacts
I know it’s been a minute since we talked, but man, how you been?
I can’t be the only one that’s feeling lost, right?
[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Nothing feels only like a half-truth

I wish that I could call and you could call back
Man, I’ll never love this rap shit
So I can hear him
Nothing fails faster than a reboot
Nothing feels only like a half-truth
I am just me, something to hold
Regretting all the time that I misused
That was round when Kendrick had dropped OD
Not too many were there when I was dealing with my issues

Plastic confidence I know you see-through
I love that Jay line talking bout CBS
You know where I be
And I’m not tryna be found
Seen your dad at the barber shop, shit, it felt like you, kid
Not one to take the high road
[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Not as much as you did
It’s been so long, since you been home

A couple yards is better than a loss, right?
Let the liquor take the kid away like CPS
Wind through my bones, at the north pole
Ask him if he heard the outro
I been doing the same since so I can see BS
Feeling pressure in the pocket and I started scrambling
[Verse 1: Stepa J Groggs]
Man, I wish them pills ain’t make you fucking… Hold up
Plastic confidence I know you see-through