Drew

I am a Lost Boy from Neverland
Usually hangin' out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored, we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, Lost Boy," they say to me
"Away from all of reality"

What's up WickMan? How you doin'?
I fuck with your style, and I really like your music
You one of the only rappers that influence me
I'm prolly your biggest fan, dog, keep doin' what you're doin'
And by the way, man, my name is Andrew
But you ain't gotta call me that, all my friends call me Drew
My sister to get mad 'cause I'm always playin' you
She'd rather hear some R&B, she said she don't understand you
But I had to tell her it's not meant for her
She ain't connected like me and you are, so the music just don't get to her
One time she tried to turn you off, I got in a fight with her
We're usually good, but when it comes to you, man, I can't stand her
I try to buy all new shoes I see you're wearin' in your pictures on Instagram
But some of 'em just cost too much
I got some pictures of you and put 'em on the wall in my room
My friends say I do too much
I wanna rap too, but I ain't got the money right now
I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' a gun, so I can go out and rob
I know you said you did it too, I wanna give it a try
I want to make a way, I don't wanna be broke inside
But I've been wearin' masks everywhere I go, kinda makes me feel cool
I did some research and found your address, you're only two hours away
One of these nights I'm gonna come and meet you
I really fuck wit' you, Wickman
When we'll meet, we'll prolly be best friends, I'm serious
Can't wait to shake hands
In my eyes, you're one of the greatest, man
From, Drew

I am a Lost Boy from Neverland
Usually hangin' out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored, we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, Lost Boy," they say to me
"Away from all of reality"

What's up Drew? I just got through readin' your letter
I'm sorry that I took so long
You a fan, it ain't nothin' wrong with pics on your wall
Tell your friends you ain't doin' nothin' wrong
Don't fight your sister over me, you prolly played the wrong songs
Remember she a girl, let her hear, "Baby, what you doin'?"
I'm thankful to have you as a fan
It make me feel good to know that I have an influence
I don't influence you to rob, don't do it, yeah, I did it
But I was young, and really dumb
I don't want you doin' nothin' bad to try to make a way
What's your CashApp? I'll send you some
Right now I'm workin' on the album, when I drop it, I hope you'd like it
I let my brothers hear it, they got excited
I'll send some merch too, so you don't have to buy it
And here's the number you can call, so you don't have to write me
And don't come to my house, man, I'm paranoid anyway
But I'll get you tickets to the show
About two months ago someone was in my yard, with a mask
I think he was tryna hold me bait, I had to shoot him
I'll make sure your tickets are V.I.P., so you can shake my hand
And chill with me backstage
And you don't got to wear a mask to feel cool, you're already cool
It's the thought, wait-

Hello
Ma', you know the incident that happened at my house?
Mm, you talkin' 'bout when you shot that boy in your yard?
Yes, ma'am, you ever got his name?
The news said his name was, "Andrew"

I am a Lost Boy from Neverland
Usually hangin' out with Peter Pan
And when we're bored, we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
"Run, run, Lost Boy," they say to me
"Away from all of reality"