Michael Keaton Songtext

I don't know why you think I've got the answers
You must've been drinking on the plane
Cuz now you're trying to take my words for ransom
You must not be used to
Not getting your way

It's 3:35 in the morning
And I thought CBD would not get me high
But here I am thinking
What if Michael Keaton killed himself in multiplicity
Would that be genocide?

I'm just trying to lay here and enjoy it
It's rare I accidentally get stoned
But you just keep on sobbing up your story
I don't wanna be rude
But I think you should go home

And I don't mean to make fun of crying But I can hear you crying and it's killing my vibe
And if I have to listen to you talk about her one more time
I swear to god
I'll set this house on fire
Cuz it's 3:35 in the morning
And I thought CBD would not get me high
But here I am thinking
What if Michael Keaton killed himself in multiplicity
Would that be genocide?
It doesn't matter cuz I might
Set this house on fire

I was headed back from east of Eden
She was headed back to east LA
The sun is coming up here and I'm feeling
Like a bird out of a cage