Drift (feat. Iris Gold)

His name is in my pocket
Stinging in my eyes sockets
The sweet blossoms went sour
Times try to, can't stop it

His name is in my pocket
Stinging in my eyes sockets
Sweet blossoms went sour
Times try to, can't stop it
The tongue feels like a faucet
Pouring out the top trash
Runnin' along and I will last
'till I find any crash

My mind
Stay down
Words stay
The promise
Me froze
Went in my
Dancing

Getting over the backroom space, yeah
My shoulders hold the boldest
Like I'm used to it
Guess I'm used to it (it, it)
Guess I'm used to it (it, it)
Guess I'm used to it (it, it)
Guess I'm usеd to it right now

Waiting for one, hands come by night
Baby, lots for mine
Now I'm chеcking and high
The sun must have missed me in the darkest clouds
So I drift like a gypsy and I come and get down

My mind
Stay down
Words stay
The promise
Me froze
Went in my
Dancing

Getting over the backroom space, yeah
My shoulders hold the boldest
Like I'm used to it
Guess I'm used to it (it, it)
Guess I'm used to it (it, it)
Guess I'm used to it (it, it)
Guess I'm used to it right now

(Get down, down, down, down)
Guess I'm used to it
(Get down, down, down, down)

My mind
Stay down
Words stay
The promise

My mind
Stay down
Words stay
The promise

My mind
Stay down
Words stay
The promise

My mind
Stay down
Words stay
The promise

My mind
Stay down
Words stay
The promise

My mind
Stay down

My mind
Stay down