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