Pretty Long Day - Angelo Mota

Do I ever make you feel anxious?

Hop in and, hop in and ride out, ride out, ride

Do I ever make you feel anxious?

Hop in and, hop in and ride out, ride out, ride

Do I ever make you feel anxious?

We were 17, pipe dream on a boat

Headed out to see, can’t you see we can float?

(Do I ever make you feel anxious?)

We were 17, pipe dream on a boat

Headed out to see, can’t you see we can float?

(Do I ever make you feel anxious?)

We were 17, pipe dream on a boat

(Hop in and, hop in and ride out, ride out, ride)

Headed out to see, can’t you see we can float?

(Do I ever make you feel anxious?)

We were 17, pipe dream on a boat

(Hop in and, hop in and ride out, ride out, ride)

Headed out to see, can’t you see we can float?

(Do I ever make you feel anxious?)

I can’t make love to ya 'less I love ya so for now we only fuckin'

Do I ever make you feel anxious?

I can’t make love to ya 'less I love ya so for now we only fuckin'

Do I ever make you feel anxious?

Hey hon', just calling you back to chat.

Can you still change your voicemail

message?

It’s like, I don’t know, so low energy, sound depressed.

I don’t think you want people to think you’re depressed, do you?

Anyway, hello?

I’ve had a pretty long day

I made peace with Auntie May

I’m gon' keep my city safe while Uncle Ben rolls in his grave

And that’s a pretty long way from the bottom, can I say?

Kumbaya and namaste, turn to Ali Bomaye

And I was pissy on brake

Made my way through half a case

I was stumbling through the place

I was lonely 'til I bumped into this pretty young thing

Hydroplane and pump my brakes

I was swerving through that traffic

All I picture was your face

And that’s a pretty long day

I went the pretty wrong way

I’ve had a pretty long day

I made peace with Auntie May

I’m gon' keep my city safe while Uncle Ben rolls in his grave

And that’s a pretty long day

But why the pretty long face?

I’ve had a pretty long day

I made peace with Auntie May

I’m gon' keep my city safe while Uncle Ben rolls in his grave

And that’s a pretty long way from the bottom, can I say?

Kumbaya and namaste, turn to Ali Bomaye

And I was pissy on brake

Made my way through half a case

I was stumbling through the place

I was lonely 'til I bumped into this pretty young thing

Hydroplane and pump my brakes

I had spun into that traffic

All I picture was your face and that’s a

Product of a drug fueled night

Swear I should’ve use headlights

Driving down the street, eyes closed

Sneeze 'em open 'fore I hit the pole

Selfish fuck, oncoming traffic

Only god’s grace it ain’t happen

Scared to tell my folks my verses real

Scared to write it to myself on napkins

Crying to myself, I’ll write a passage

Righting wrong is easy when you’re happy

How 'bout when your thoughts is trynna kill ya?

Learn to keep it down and clean your filter

Don’t remember dates, faces, fragrance

Called you, told you 'bout it from my home

Closest that I ever came to death was when I heard you crying on my phone

Do I make you feel anxious?

Do I make you feel anxious?

Do I make you feel anxious?