Stress

Not the kind not to wave to a wave,

Not the hater they're the ones that need aid.

Don't get silent when I step in the room,

If you wanna say it, let it out a little fume.

Not the kind that wanna see you lose,

Come up together like muse for a muse,

You heard the news, pick up your screws,

hard to refuse, no singing blues.

She's coming out boots and tattoos,

Singular breed, whiskey and weed,

Seems to be like all that I need,