Smol Data Lyrics
"Inconvenience Store"

I'm freakin out 'bout a lotta things in my head
Friends pissed off 'cause I'm not listening
But I'm just waiting for that same spam call to buzz
And send me spiraling

I'm freakin' out 'bout the day I turn 24
Not much left could impress anymore
I'm long past young and sad enough
For the kids to line up at my store

I'm freakin' out
I'm freakin' out 'bout my future
The fortune and failure at once

I'm freakin' out about stamped letters
The dry spells don't get any wetter
And I'm still unsure of my balance

I'm freaking out about clocks ticking
Looks fading, momentum thinning
Nineteen was a play that cut so fast
Can't build a house with no cash and no clout

I'm freakin' out
You're freakin' out
We're freakin' out 'bout the deadlines
The weekends, the side eyes at brunch