This is a song about "Dry"

With feelings that we're dry

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

But please don't cry, dry your eyes, that's misdirected,

Dreamin on a lullaby

The chap stick has run dry,

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Why? cause i'll be fucking dry

You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you canada dry

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry