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"