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 frеakin' out

We're freakin' out 'bout thе deadlines

The weekends, the side eyes at brunch