Love’s Like Drumming

[Intro: Lackhoney]
Maryam said I'm rapping wrong, I hope that makes it out, I hope this works better your way

[Verse 1: Lackhoney]
Loves like drumming, the chest bongo hit the pit pat
And when the pat pit comes back, inspire some to get tats
Of their baby faces
That’s the saving grace to when your heart is failing
Awesome feeling, awkward when the beat is not reciprocated
But when it is
I’m banging on your door like bass drums
Dum duh dum
When you coming out? Take your time I get ensnared waiting
Kale facing, if that’s what you like
If not I’m never taking and you paying when I havе trouble with my financials
And when I pay it stress you 'causе it stress me
Dad told me just spend the money
You said that you got it
Loves like drumming
Cause I can hear you coming up on something in the life you live the passion that I hope you find is lasting
And if it so happens that it leads you far away from me
And we split up like pairs of wings
That might be bad but not the end
And if it’s our peak, and even if I don’t see you all week
I’ll stay here beating drums to remember the sound of your heart beat

[Hook]
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong

Verse 2
You know how rare it is to find a pattern perfectly syncopated
Type love to make you buy a new kit and Urgently renovate it
The type love to pipe up a coward
For a couple hours
Multiply by thousands
Make me think the world is ours
Even though you don’t like Indian food like I’d like you to
And even though I tend to say some things in anger just to spite on you
I fight the signs of splitting
Cause your time is my prescription
When I’m sick inside I look at God and you that’s my religion
I abide decide no splitting
In between us Imma sit-in ‘fore I dip and might just hide and tie a knot around your keys and slide and guide them to the ocean
Why?
So you can't fly back home decide that I’ll apply for the full time position so we kick it till the Hyde turns to Jeckyl in reflections
You’re the ghost of angels sending messages of good intention
And in times of trouble, fumbling tumbling down these avenues of my mind I find I scream out like Sampha and you respond
If you were a song you’d be a sing a long, and my favorite song, put the quarter in the jukebox at the Waffle House and get it going
The urges purge till all is pure, concerned with furs I’m not at all
Loves like like drumming if you rush it and you push till you gone, till you gone, till you gone
Then you'll miss it when the one comes around
I know I messed that up, Mary are you ready for your part?
[Mary]
Yes!

[Hook]
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong

[Verse 3: Mary]
Your heart's my favorite beat I might just hit it with some reverb
Love's my favorite action always knew it was a me-verb
Scream into the mic I hope to have my feelings be heard
I wear my heart right on my sleeve and hide it within these words
I'm on the run from the beat of your love
My feet rattle the shackles ringin' out for freedom
Between the lines I write the raps that fit within your rhythm
You got me scattin' I just pray to God that you can hear 'em

[Hook]
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong
Your heart's a drum, sing a singalong