I’m sinking faster and faster/Between heaven and disaster/Sorry if I make you feel like/I’m standing on the borderline
More gentle sobbing from pop’s greatest experiment, a star made exclusively out of M&M’s, emojis and product surveys. He’s using predictable beats to soundtrack his corny odyssey to manhood; doing his damnedest to sound tortured when he’s as transparent as an Amber Rose dress. He’s digging as deep as his shallow heart will allow, but despite his efforts it still reads like one long drunk text.