This is a song about "Post its"

Promise me you won't step out of line

He started to sing and then post it online

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Talking about the god you serve

Post cards and my letters

We back on these highways moving cakes

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

And like light post i be shining in the dark

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite