"FOGO" lyrics
Abhi The Nomad & Illmac Lyrics
You're making me stress out, I could be home
When I'm in a big crowd I feel alone
This fit that I pressed out, my chest out
But I still keep my head down
Times up, I gotta check out hmm
I got a fear of going outside
I'm up on my downtime
Fear of going out, right? Right
Time's up, I gotta check out hmm
[Illmac:]
Treat the lab like a dope spot when I hide out
Eviction notices to the ghosts haunting my mind now
Don't even recognize my own thoughts that I write down
Since the pandemic they co-opted my lifestyle
But I been had it locked down
Party in London, not bad for a drop out huh?
Only showed up for a walk through
Then back to the telly to drink alone in this small room
'Cause most people talk just to talk. I'm on mute
But thats my own problem I'm trying to talk through
Now Let me relax, she said she hate small talk and we better than that
But even small talk has a deeper message it's that
We worth each others space and time that we'll never get back
Soon as I leave the comfort of my crib
I feel the world blowing my high too
Can hear my bed callin me back again
Baby I'll be back when it's time to
Sit in traffic writin then I don't even slide through
Them interactions lower my I.Q
You're making me stress out, I could be home
When I'm in a big crowd I feel alone
This fit that I pressed out, my chest out
But I still keep my head down
Times up, I gotta check out hmm
I got a fear of going outside
I'm up on my downtime
Fear of going out, right? Right
Time's up, I gotta check out hmm
[Abhi The Nomad:]
I treat the function like it's research
I don't even got a fit for this eve
Fly on the wall, like I'm fixing to eat first
Try and play it loose in my T-shirt
But the the drinks' stiff so it's keeping my lips pursed and feet firm
She talkin 'bout "how that little music thing going?"
It got legs like you do in that cheap skirt girl
Your network might just be your net worth
She don't know my best work is definitely my next work, nobody gets it
I'm cool with faux interactions my daddy taught me diplomacy I can force affection
But can't avoid attention, I think my time and presence spent
Better employing messages in vinyl pressings
She said you psycho but the rhymes impressive
I see you rock a seiko but your timing off
Checking my realness in this function like a diamond tester
When you should be ducking thoughts
You sound better through the fucking aux
Oh
I'm like a veteran this Vietnam
And every conversation ring alarms like a fuckin bomb
Sorry I don't belong here, something's off
But you gotta hear this fucking song
When I'm in a big crowd I feel alone
This fit that I pressed out, my chest out
But I still keep my head down
Times up, I gotta check out hmm
I got a fear of going outside
I'm up on my downtime
Fear of going out, right? Right
Time's up, I gotta check out hmm
[Illmac:]
Treat the lab like a dope spot when I hide out
Eviction notices to the ghosts haunting my mind now
Don't even recognize my own thoughts that I write down
Since the pandemic they co-opted my lifestyle
But I been had it locked down
Party in London, not bad for a drop out huh?
Only showed up for a walk through
Then back to the telly to drink alone in this small room
'Cause most people talk just to talk. I'm on mute
But thats my own problem I'm trying to talk through
Now Let me relax, she said she hate small talk and we better than that
But even small talk has a deeper message it's that
We worth each others space and time that we'll never get back
Soon as I leave the comfort of my crib
I feel the world blowing my high too
Can hear my bed callin me back again
Baby I'll be back when it's time to
Sit in traffic writin then I don't even slide through
Them interactions lower my I.Q
You're making me stress out, I could be home
When I'm in a big crowd I feel alone
This fit that I pressed out, my chest out
But I still keep my head down
Times up, I gotta check out hmm
I got a fear of going outside
I'm up on my downtime
Fear of going out, right? Right
Time's up, I gotta check out hmm
[Abhi The Nomad:]
I treat the function like it's research
I don't even got a fit for this eve
Fly on the wall, like I'm fixing to eat first
Try and play it loose in my T-shirt
But the the drinks' stiff so it's keeping my lips pursed and feet firm
She talkin 'bout "how that little music thing going?"
It got legs like you do in that cheap skirt girl
Your network might just be your net worth
She don't know my best work is definitely my next work, nobody gets it
I'm cool with faux interactions my daddy taught me diplomacy I can force affection
But can't avoid attention, I think my time and presence spent
Better employing messages in vinyl pressings
She said you psycho but the rhymes impressive
I see you rock a seiko but your timing off
Checking my realness in this function like a diamond tester
When you should be ducking thoughts
You sound better through the fucking aux
Oh
I'm like a veteran this Vietnam
And every conversation ring alarms like a fuckin bomb
Sorry I don't belong here, something's off
But you gotta hear this fucking song
