Drop It

It's not fair but is it a cry for attention? Why do I always have to lead the intervention?
It seems pretty clear to me that you're the cause of my hypertension
If we'd attack the problem head on, let go of all the shit about who was right and who was wrong, and find some space and time to breathe, leave behind that baggage you been dragging along

And if you feel attacked by time and distance, feel dissuaded by constant resists, fall prey to being a lazy fuck, I won't be surprised, but don't get it twisted
The time will comе for you to pay it forward, and you need to be there, not еxpecting a reward
If I ever reach out my hand you'd better help me up and stop acting so tortured

If it's all the same I'm only 7 miles away
If it's all the same, I'd be there any day

I depend on the good good friends who
Pick up the ball when I drop it