Disarm (fg. VI)

When you're holding me
When you're holding me
When you're holding me
When you're holding me

Yeah, whoever told you love is simple is a liar
Whoever told you peace is easy don't admire
I wanna hold you but I can't control the fire
They'll find us burning, ain't no putting out that light, yea
Desire turn to thee Sire, turns into a quiet old man full of white hair
Thought we had it all planned out in the high chair
But even then everything was a flight, yeah
Peas and carrots, what we inherit
I see the merit in displeasing parents
No need to sugar coat it
I see the need for being married
But who would condone it?
When your dreams are being buried
And it seems you've been disowned
I say, "Hold on to that little piece of you that's still upon you"
Blink twice and where's it gone to
Think twice but what it gone do?
If this the type of life you prone to
Just let it own you, I'm saying

In our youth, who are we?
Can I hold you close without losing me?
In our youth, who are we?
Can I hold you close without losing me?

So how am I gonna hold you when this love is so disarming?
Thought I was so lucky 'cause you told me I was charming
What? Nobody told you making money is a problem?
For a rapper, ain't that funny how it's always so alarming?
Same with actors, same with authors
All the same, just blame the artist
Heart of martyr'd poets pardon
I'm an odd man always starving for attention
Tens of thousands could've mentioned I am worthy
But I'm thirsty, not an ounce of you could quench it
I'm defenseless, I'm always swinging for the fences
Yeah, I'm always swinging for the fences
I'm always swinging for the fences, I'm always swinging
Tryna hold on to this feeling while believing in this journey
It won't hurt me more than needed, it won't heal me in a hurry
I just wanna call it even, but you're leaving me defenseless
I'm always swinging

In our youth, who are we?
Can I hold you close without losing me?
(When you're holding me)
(When you're holding me)

In our youth, who are we?
Can I hold you close without losing me?
In our youth, who are we?
Can I hold you close without losing me?