"Pieces" lyrics
Oh, conversation with the old me, said, "You grown now"
Hand full of problems, ain't no hand I can hold out
Someone grab a bucket while I'm pouring my soul out
If I get to heaven I just hope it ain't sold out
And I, don't know where to begin 'cause this life is amazing
As you grow the hand you hold starts fading away
And away, and away
So I hold on, hold on with all I got
Same voice in my head when I'm deep in my thoughts
And it says, and it says
That when night falls and day breaks, I'll pick up the pieces
You could put the cup down, blunt out
I don't think you need it
Night falls, day breaks, I'll pick up the pieces
You could put the cup down, blunt out
I don't think you need it
Hand full of problems, ain't no hand I can hold out
Someone grab a bucket while I'm pouring my soul out
If I get to heaven I just hope it ain't sold out
And I, don't know where to begin 'cause this life is amazing
As you grow the hand you hold starts fading away
And away, and away
So I hold on, hold on with all I got
Same voice in my head when I'm deep in my thoughts
And it says, and it says
That when night falls and day breaks, I'll pick up the pieces
You could put the cup down, blunt out
I don't think you need it
Night falls, day breaks, I'll pick up the pieces
You could put the cup down, blunt out
I don't think you need it
