Yeah
I was on
Ay, you better turn me down 'cause this shit gon' get loud huh
Let me feel everything on this one man
Ay turn me down
And the stars climb, as your eyes run
When you trip fast and your young heart
Let it slow down, 'cause it ain't time and
It ain't time and it ain't time
And you need more
What you in for, what you here for
And you still here
Why you wear
That be ripped torn
And they heal fast, but they still scored and
It's so hard and it's so hard
But you say yes when you unsure
But then you drum and you pound
Like the sound of your lungs
When they draw on the page
Where you write all your wrongs
It's so long, so it's so long
So it's so long, so it's so long
Where you lied in, then you lied down
And these chords played, then you hide out
From these sore arms, that plucked strings
Plucked strings, for your praise
But you need more
And you need more, and you need more
And you need more, and you need more
And you need more, and you need more
And you need more, when it's deep down
And you see out, what they seek out
They don't feel doubt, that don't feel real
That don't feel how, things are meant to feel
And you need love, 'till you want more
'Till it runs deep and it runs raw
And every tear that's unborn
'Gon speak out, 'gon speak out
I cut short
Our love song
I need more of this
I need more
But you fell quick, like your feet tripped
But it ain't slip in a long time
Don't you feel distant from me
How you feel shit for me
You was in mind, I was there first
You would feel words, I would make work
They were inclined, do these words hurt
Do these words bind round your wrist tight
As your legs
Round my whole life
Do your ears scorn, do your eyes spite
Do they see you when they see me
How you here, how you free
And the doors wide but you don't leave
And they all here but you don't speak
And you won't talk when you can't breathe
And you can't, and you can't breathe
I'ma lay you down, I'ma lay you down
And you 'gon sing all the right sounds
Like you saved it for me
How you change shit for me
And we 'gon lay while my hands run
And my fingers play on your fresh lungs
I will press down every phrase
Every turn, every page
'Till the last song, 'till the last song
This the last song, let that note play
Let us move slow 'till the chord
As your eyes float, then it engrains
As your bones turn and your hand clench
Your wrist burns and your arm bends
You were so young, you were so tense
Now we here, in the end
I cut short
Our long song
I need more of this
I need more
