Mike Meets Blackbear at Joe's Falafel

But I'm thinkin' to myself that "Weaponry" is wack and corny

Halfway through it starts to bore me

Kind of a knock off of Leonard Cohen's style

Noelle on my mind, we ain't spoken in a while

Jessie J offers me a J

I ain't smoked one in a while

I say okay, I took it and smile

But now I'm just sad and high

I thank her for the session and we say goodbye

Pack up my laptop and my hard drives

My microphone compressor and my guitar I'm

Meetin' bear at Joe's Falafel

No Soho house there's no Falafel

Too many agents, too many managers

People sayin' words just to fill up all the calendars

That's why I moved from L.A.

To gеt away from all the bad ideas peoplе tell me

Like

You should take it easy

Baby, you should take it easy

So I'm in an uber black 'cause I wanna impress

Mr. blackbear I know will be very well-dressed

And if we take a photo then I wanna look dope, uh

I need all the hoes DMing Mike Posner

My ego's hard to tame

My fame remains the best card to play

Text from blackbear, "Where are you?"

Well, I'm not that far away

But the 101's slammed, so it's hard to say

How long before I pull up so I pull up

The poem on my iPhone I was workin' on earlier today

And try to make some headway

To whom it may concern (that's a good opening)

Right before the sky gets too tired to

Hold up the stars (that's a nice line)

Right before virtual reality becomes realer

Than real reality (that's really shitty writing)

Right before we smoke ourselves out and the oceans turn black

And by the time I finish it up, I've arrived

Noelle's on my mind, maybe I should try

To call her up, let down my defense

Nah, I need to just listen to my friends

When they tell me

You should take it easy

Baby, you should take it easy

So I walk in twenty minutes late

Bear's waitin' with a little funny look upon his face

And he says "You look like a cancer patient"

I remember I'm bald, now he's testin' my patience

He reads my face and sees I don't think it's funny

"What's up with you, man, sad with all that money?

You ride around in open limousines lookin' like Jimmy Dean

Feelin' clean, rag and bone, you got the winnin' genes"

I hear what he's sayin' but it's not effective

I can't see things from his perspective

"You know, I know what you need

Look at me, don't text

Some brand new pussy will get your mind off your ex"

Thank you, dr. blackbear for breakin' me down

But my L.A. girls all hate me now

'Cause I moved to Detroit I don't reply to texts

So I doubt that they're gonna retry the sex

"Doesn't matter, here's what we're gonna do

You gotta big mansion that you're stayin' in, true" (true)

"You throw a big party, I'll invite models

And you know Diddy, free Ciroc bottles!"

But I hate L.A. parties

"It'll feel like Cabo

You need this, dog, you're lookin' high low"

He's right, I need it, he's not lyin'

But what about the house, man, it's not mine

You should take it easy

(This gonna be fun in fact, it's gonna be better than fun)

Baby, you should take it easy (this is gonna be amazing)

(You hear me, amazing)

But the cleaner fee, who's gonna pay that shit?

"Did you really just say that, dude, you're rich!

Live a little, I'm not sayin' buy Ferarris

All I'm sayin' is let's have a party"