This is a song about "Im stuck picking up the pieces"

Took my heart and buried it deep, left me to sweep up the pieces and quietly weep.

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Shouting out your addictions like the blunt got you picking up the micstand, goddamn..

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Theres probably subtext, are you picking it up

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Recovering from the lost pieces

Here i go again, falling in love