IMPULSIVE V2 BONUS TRACK by TOMMYHENDERS Lyrics
INTRO/VERSE 1:
Call me impulsive, baby I’m explosive
Sick of all the bullshit y’all be posting
Y’all just posing
Tryna be a better man, but you’ll never reach those heights
You probably should just give in
Y’all just imposing, can’t live up to the hype
Fuck man, when we gon’ take time to fly
Call me gay again like that shit hurts aye
Yeah I like a little dick, mix it with some pussy for the hell of it
I’m a flirt and yes I’m aware of it
Pretty boy, pretty curls
Got a smile, make your world curve
Let it stop, watch your heart drop
Piss me off, see what it takes
Make me lose my brain, go insane
Make some decisions I’ll never make again
All the pain, got dreams but never amounted to shit anyways
Deadbeat son, asshole to many
Lessons to the plenty, fucks I’m not giving any
CHORUS:
Really I just fucking feel myself, I’m feeling heelish
Tryna love myself, but I just can’t deal with
Impulsive decisions digging in, tryna fit in is irrelevant when it’s all this
Aye comas and pins
You can spend a little bit just feel a little drip, but you’re never gonna win and it ends up all this
No heavenly bliss, no Hollywood wish
VERSE 2:
Insecurities make a sad boy insane
Brand new handful of blessings, overthinking got me stressing
Avoid all the stereotypes in my kinfolk, all my fault
Lost my mom, and I fell apart
School lost it’s charm, it never was the same
Role model is my brother, but I’m sure he’s just ashamed
Of his little brother, what’s his name, Tommy who
Yeah that boy is so lame, picked another name
Tryna switch up in his lane
TH on my wrist, but I know she can’t save me
Working on an EP for months, and it changed me
Tommy flipped the script, had to make a new arrangement
All my best friends going hard in the basement
Rooftop jumping tryna avoid all the pavement
Motherfuckers know you ‘til you run up on ‘em playing
Then they looking different when they start to see the payment
I don’t switch up, I just see a new day man
CHORUS:
Really I just fucking feel myself, I’m feeling heelish
Tryna love myself, but I just can’t deal with
Impulsive decisions digging in, tryna fit in is irrelevant when it’s all this
Aye comas and the pins
You can spend a little bit just to feel a little drip, but you’re never gonna win and it ends up all this
No heavenly bliss, no Hollywood wish
VERSE 3:
Laid off for weeks without no compensation
Taking food from my plate, bitch stop playing
Scumbag shit, yeah you gotta second guess it
Acting dumb, and acting reckless with no preference
Do I make a song to turn up and get loud, or do I make a song to drown the sorrows out
I say fuck it, do it both and make a sound
The boy turns up when the boy feels down
OUTRO:
Aye aye aye
The comas and the pins
You can spend a little bit just to feel a little drip, but you’re never gonna win and it ends up all this
No heavenly bliss, no Hollywood wish
No Hollywood wish
Yeah
Call me impulsive, baby I’m explosive
Sick of all the bullshit y’all be posting
Y’all just posing
Tryna be a better man, but you’ll never reach those heights
You probably should just give in
Y’all just imposing, can’t live up to the hype
Fuck man, when we gon’ take time to fly
Call me gay again like that shit hurts aye
Yeah I like a little dick, mix it with some pussy for the hell of it
I’m a flirt and yes I’m aware of it
Pretty boy, pretty curls
Got a smile, make your world curve
Let it stop, watch your heart drop
Piss me off, see what it takes
Make me lose my brain, go insane
Make some decisions I’ll never make again
All the pain, got dreams but never amounted to shit anyways
Deadbeat son, asshole to many
Lessons to the plenty, fucks I’m not giving any
CHORUS:
Really I just fucking feel myself, I’m feeling heelish
Tryna love myself, but I just can’t deal with
Impulsive decisions digging in, tryna fit in is irrelevant when it’s all this
Aye comas and pins
You can spend a little bit just feel a little drip, but you’re never gonna win and it ends up all this
No heavenly bliss, no Hollywood wish
VERSE 2:
Insecurities make a sad boy insane
Brand new handful of blessings, overthinking got me stressing
Avoid all the stereotypes in my kinfolk, all my fault
Lost my mom, and I fell apart
School lost it’s charm, it never was the same
Role model is my brother, but I’m sure he’s just ashamed
Of his little brother, what’s his name, Tommy who
Yeah that boy is so lame, picked another name
Tryna switch up in his lane
TH on my wrist, but I know she can’t save me
Working on an EP for months, and it changed me
Tommy flipped the script, had to make a new arrangement
All my best friends going hard in the basement
Rooftop jumping tryna avoid all the pavement
Motherfuckers know you ‘til you run up on ‘em playing
Then they looking different when they start to see the payment
I don’t switch up, I just see a new day man
CHORUS:
Really I just fucking feel myself, I’m feeling heelish
Tryna love myself, but I just can’t deal with
Impulsive decisions digging in, tryna fit in is irrelevant when it’s all this
Aye comas and the pins
You can spend a little bit just to feel a little drip, but you’re never gonna win and it ends up all this
No heavenly bliss, no Hollywood wish
VERSE 3:
Laid off for weeks without no compensation
Taking food from my plate, bitch stop playing
Scumbag shit, yeah you gotta second guess it
Acting dumb, and acting reckless with no preference
Do I make a song to turn up and get loud, or do I make a song to drown the sorrows out
I say fuck it, do it both and make a sound
The boy turns up when the boy feels down
OUTRO:
Aye aye aye
The comas and the pins
You can spend a little bit just to feel a little drip, but you’re never gonna win and it ends up all this
No heavenly bliss, no Hollywood wish
No Hollywood wish
Yeah