Compositor: Kelsea Ballerini / Alysa Vanderheym
Check, check, what's next? List in my head
I could give it a rest, but what's a girl to expect?
It's been two years, I'm at my best
Check, check, what's next?
No notes, no qualms, line through my palm
Ways that I've done it wrong, but now you're all that I want
Let's do it right, move this along
No notes, no, here I go
Future trippin'
The silver clock on my wrist is only tickin'
But woe is me, what if, and
I wish it was romantic, all the things we don't know
But it has me pushin' panic that we're taking it slow
'Cause now the future's inchin'
And I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it
All best laid plans, I understand
Are still out of our hands and only hourglass sand
You say I'm it, I say: Expand
Would chill but can't
I'm future trippin'
The silver clock on my wrist is only tickin'
But woe is me, what if, and
I wish it was romantic, all the things we don't know
But it has me pushin' panic that we're taking it slow
'Cause now the future's inchin'
And I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it
And I'm just tryna get my head around it
Future trippin', trippin'
I don't wanna control it
I just wanna know it
How it's gonna go, yeah, yeah
I don't wanna impose
Some things we're not supposed to know yet
But my head won't stop, my head won't stop
Future trippin'
If I blink, will I miss it? I'm death grippin'
So crystal ball, what's the vision?
I wish it was romantic, all the things we don't know
But it has me pushin' panic, so we're taking it slow
'Cause now the future's inchin'
And I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it
And I'm just tryna get my head around it
And now I can't stop thinkin' 'bout it
Trippin', trippin', trippin'