Drop

You can have the world in the palm of your hands and still may drop it

Your heart just might beat real fast

That text might stop it

Compliments just might fill up ya head

That man gon pop it

It don’t matter just honest ya are

Your phone ? You gon lock it

Been in bed for a while done a lot of cryin

In my head for while think I’m kinda dyin

In the world, yeah I smile

Think I’m tired of tryin

Yeah I talk, yeah I laugh

Lots of internal sighin

I’m sick of it, it’s bullshit man

Really Billy

Heart cold as hell

But ice melts

Stress got me feelin old as hell

But with you I felt

Young once

Young one

Drunk Monk,

What have you done, hun ?

Yanked me up and put me on your boat

Flew me to the clouds

Please don’t leave me afloat

But that’s exactly what you did

You hid

And before no time,

You did the Devil’s bid

Damn.

Really Billy ?