Lord of the Flies

Yo, I'm 27 and still feel like I'm a child, I'm 27 and still learning how to smile

If you see me, let me down

Lord of nothing but the flies, but somehow that's still a crown

Slight of hand defies the eye, but it's the mind that really counts

I'm on and off the couch, I'm in and out my bag

I'm in and out my pounds, guess I'm running while I can

But I'm running out of land, still dying to understand

Just trying to let go without opening my hands up

I been trying to man-up, but I can't seem to stand to

People think I'm rude 'cause I prefer to skill the banter