frank - Easy Life

I’m sorry that I’m such a showoff

Sometimes I need to let it out

Put it on my chest and blow it off

Sometimes I just needed a minute

Other times I needed you to let me off

But we could build a bridge and get it over it

But you still seem to have it in your head

That the world isn’t in your palm

And too many people

They can’t even handle the truth

They need to know now

Cause I just spoke to Frank

He told me why I’m confused

I need to slow down

But there’s too much weight in your decisions

It’s affecting your condition

But if all your satin silk don’t keep the devil at bay

Then you should dress down

And we’re driving to the edge with the city lights on

I know you’re wondering why nobody stickin' around and why nothing lasts long

But with this pink sky blazing on the west side baby don’t you feel wholesome

If you fall short of your potential, baby this’ll be a problem

I’m sorry that I’m such a showoff

I get you’re going through some shit

Raise a glass to your mother

We can sip it off

Don’t look the other way

When I ask if you’re okay

No need to shrug me off

But we just really need to get over it

But you still seem to have it in your

That the world, it isn’t in your palm

And too many people

They can’t even handle the truth

They need to know now

That sending messages through your cracked screen

Should be the only time you look down

But these demons are clouding up your vision

And crippling your ambition

So take your own advice

And keep on doing yourself

Don’t ever calm down

And we’re driving to the edge with the city lights on

I know you’re wondering why nobody stickin' around and why nothing lasts long

But with this pink sky blazing on the west side baby don’t you feel wholesome

If you fall short of your potential, baby this’ll be a problem

But baby it’s a strange world

But I’ll keep it strange for you

And I’ll rearrange for you

Such a strange world

But baby it’s a strange world

But I’ll keep it strange for you

Ooooh, I’ll rearrange for you

It’s a strange world

And we’re driving to the edge with the city lights on

Nobody stickin' around and why nothing lasts long

But with this pink sky blazing on the west side baby don’t you feel wholesome

If you fall short of your potential, baby this’ll be a problem