POSTGRAD 27/10.

I’m just tryna ball, taylor
I’m just tryna hoop, taylor 

I’d probably say the wrong thing 
I’d probably say the wrong thing I can’t rationalise no more
I probably pushed you away and it’s my fault
So you probably shouldn’t talk to-
And how many times did I self-sabotage yeah
I can read your eyes and how you’re moving, you shouldn’t talk to
I almost lost myself I don’t wanna lose you woah
So you probably shouldn’t talk to me

50/50 chance imma text you back so you probably shouldn’t talk to me
I know that it’s my fault
So you probably shouldn’t talk to me

Can’t imagine that much intimacy
So you probably shouldn’t talk to me

(Talk to me)

What could I say
‘Cause I always go and say the wrong thing yeah
Say the wrong thing, I say the wrong thing 
So you probably shouldn’t talk to me

Said I’m begging you
Okay I’m pleading with you
Like can you save us the embarrassment
Yeah you probably shouldn’t talk to me, woah woah

Felt a way in 2018
Hit a wall in ‘25, like if I knew me, I would brush me too
Like I wouldn’t even talk, no no no no
Like I wouldn’t even talk to me

I just wanna ball, taylor
I just wanna hoop, taylor
I just wanna hoop, Jesus
I just wanna ball

Yeah yeah 
All I know is ball, taylor
Okay
So I just wanna ball, taylor
So I’m just gonna ball, taylor
So you probably shouldn’t talk to-

taylor mckessie (prod. sol cloney) #postgrad

Imma figure it out
There’s some creases in my life I’m tryna
I’m tryna iron em out

I’m praying that I make it through the drought 
3 years feel like I ain’t breathe fresh air once, no
God what do I have to do for You
To prove I can make something outta nothing, yeah

I can’t do it no more
Don’t wanna do it no more

They say your net worth’s who you know, but I don’t know no one
And they said get a suit and tie but that don’t sound like no fun
Take your ExCel spreadsheet and throw it in the bin
I said you should take your 500+ connections
They’re plastic anyway
Take your corporate smiles, woah woah
This can’t be real life, no no, no no no

They want me to throw away my hopes and my dreams for 20k

500 (prod. Maths Time Joy)

I took a shot from some toxic bullets
And she told me just to firm it, oh my soul

She want a man, but I’m still just a boy
Far from the man of the year, woah woah

I can feel a vortex around me
Retribution in the air, woah woah
I’m coming, I just need another win
But I’m in a hardsuit, I can’t let you in

You take a shot with your flaming buckets 
They incinerate my flesh and burn my skin
And I think I just ran out of GP, woah woah
I can see you at the Convoy 
Guess I’ll see you at the waypoint
Guess I’ll link you at the Metro

Oh, Lord Jesus, I got Vertigo
HeloDeck, that’s Heavy Metal

You can shoot me with some toxic bullets 
You can shoot me with your toxic bullets
You can shoot me with them toxic bullets

running to the light (prod. 1TIN)

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