Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Lupe, uh-huh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Tell me how to drive with the windows down
Now that you're not in the passenger seat
Tell me how to dance with my best friends
Guess that my best friends know that you're not with me

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to

Summer days are lonely
When it's only me in my room
Wondering if you know that I'm
Still singing 'bout you, ooh
Found your dirty Nikes, they remind me
Of what I've been through
You should know it makes me sick
That I'm still singing 'bout you

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (oh-oh, oh)
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (oh-oh, oh)
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to

Yeah (yeah), I say
Questions from that snake or somethin'
Lessons how to leave alone
Protections for my peace at home
Met the town to teach a stone
To eat and sleep and read a poem
Meditatin', speakin' ohms
Investigate the deeper zones
To detach, scratch with no rematches
Block accounts and delete the ashes
As if we don't need the classics, and
Goin' backwards against that cancel culture
These mental sculptures, demandin' closure
And exposure
That's so quantum physics
But a honest pivot from that common district (yeah)
To that momentous, unconquered continent in the distance
Let's take a tour van to that pure land
Ensure fans can partake
Have a festival for the rest of you
Sing a heart sutures to heartaches, yeah (yeah)

Summer days are lonely
When it's only me in my room (uh-huh)
Wondering if you know that I'm (yeah, yeah)
Still singing about you, ooh (yeah, yeah)
Found your dirty Nikes, they remind me
Of what I've been through (oh, oh)
You should know it makes me sick
That I'm still singing 'bout you

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (oh-oh, oh, Lupe)
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to (Lupe)
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (oh-oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to (yeah, yeah)

Drive with the windows down
Now that you're not in the passenger seat
Dance with my best friends
Guess that my best friends know that you're not with me (yeah)

Here we go (oh-oh, oh)
Let's take a tour van to that pure land
Partake
Have a festival for the rest of you
Sing a heart sutures to heartaches, yeah (oh-oh, oh)
Ruth B.
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (oh-oh, oh)
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh