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