| Found my corner of the matrix |
| No, I never thought I’d say this |
| But it turns out all my friends are famous |
| So concerned with reputation |
| Why every night do I try assimilating? |
| Not gonna lie, I’m getting tired of this simulation |
| I’m a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home |
| Flicking through my iPhone, no destination |
| Don’t care about your homies pretending that they know me |
| I don’t got time for phonies or validation |
| Get fucked up every Thursday, drink like it’s your birthday |
| So obsessed with first place, oh, oh |
| Yeah, I’m a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home |
| Flicking through my iPhone, no destination |
| I guess I’ll stay on this vibration |
| I don’t need your reciprocation |
| 'Cause it turns out love is condensation |
| I keep it moving on 'cause I’m impatient |
| Why every night do I try assimilating? |
| Not gonna lie, getting tired of this simulation |
| I’m a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home |
| Flicking through my iPhone, no destination |
| Don’t care about your homies pretending that they know me |
| I don’t got time for phonies or validation |
| Get fucked up every Thursday, drink like it’s your birthday |
| So obsessed with first place, oh, oh |
| Yeah, I’m a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home |
| Flicking through my iPhone, no destination |
| I’m a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home |
| Flicking through my iPhone, no destination |
| Don’t care about your homies pretending that they know me |
| I don’t got time for phonies or validation |
| Get fucked up every Thursday, drink like it’s your birthday |
| So obsessed with first place, oh, oh |
| Yeah, I’m a ticking time bomb looking for my ride home |
| Flicking through my iPhone, no destination |