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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kojey Radical
Kojey Radical
Vocals
Ayodole Smith
Ayodole Smith
Background Vocals
Cartell Green-Brown
Cartell Green-Brown
Background Vocals
Leon Jacques
Leon Jacques
Background Vocals
Liza Marie Jennings
Liza Marie Jennings
Background Vocals
Monique Meade
Monique Meade
Background Vocals
Natalie Maddix
Natalie Maddix
Background Vocals
Zehra Lewis-Wright
Zehra Lewis-Wright
Background Vocals
Dayna Fisher
Dayna Fisher
Bass
Ezme Gaze
Ezme Gaze
Cello
Joe Newman
Joe Newman
Guitar
Neil Waters
Neil Waters
Trumpet
Trevor Miers
Trevor Miers
Trombone
Stella Page
Stella Page
Viola
Antonia Pagulatos
Antonia Pagulatos
Violin
Sam Kennedy
Sam Kennedy
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ama Serwah Genfi
Ama Serwah Genfi
Composer
Cameron Palmer
Cameron Palmer
Composer
Jephte Steed VALOKI 'Kyu'
Jephte Steed VALOKI 'Kyu'
Composer
Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah
Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah
Composer
kz
kz
Composer
Neil Waters
Neil Waters
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swindle
Swindle
Producer
Engine Earz
Engine Earz
Mastering Engineer
'Joker' Liam McLean
'Joker' Liam McLean
Mixing Engineer
kz
kz
Producer
Kwame Kwei Armah
Kwame Kwei Armah
Engineer

Lyrics

Frequent flyer, miles got my demons playin' catch-up Only nigga in first class, du-rag matchin' my leather Pride matchin' my get-up, ACW my sweater Denim or Patek ever black-owned I spend it better than most A lion don't leave the jungle by choice And when it was time to speak up, you was losin' your voice Provin' your noise only came from empty barrels annoys me, if I'm honest So many did it for clout until they got it Can we be honest? Really be honest? When court of public opinion keep people fearin' their judgement What's really keepin' you from it? Really keepin' you from it? You speak, you say you want it for real Then why you runnin', for real? You say you stressed, man, I was stressed too You say you next, man, I was next too I know the roads that you said yes to Deep in depression, I was dead too I can't go back (To) Feelin' like I wanna die Feelin' like I'll never fly Can a real nigga touch the sky? I can't go back (To) Feelin' like I wanna die Feelin' like I'll never fly Can a real nigga testify? Clockin' and clockin' out Played with Stevie, now they see me, I'm a topic now I might drop another CD, start another drought Wonder why they never see me, I was never around I was workin', I was workin' doin' over-time Got me feelin' like I'm Marvin back in '69 Too busy thinkin' 'bout my baby in the summertime Too busy feelin' like a nigga can't get nothin' right I lost friends, I lost pride I lost money, I lost hope All my bills on the table, I see pills on the floor I see blood on the wall, love, I'm dyin' at the door I see pain in our people, I know we might see some more Been a slave to the kitty, I seen homies turn to foes I saw brothers on a high turn to fiends on the floor Take my soul in the war, take my scars, let 'em show If this is it, then let 'em know (Let 'em know) I can't go back (To) Feelin' like I wanna die Feelin' like I'll never fly Can a real nigga touch the sky? I can't go back (To) Feelin' like I wanna die Feelin' like I'll never fly Can a real nigga testify?
Writer(s): Kwame Kwei-armah, Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah, Cameron Lewis Palmer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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