Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Akintoye
Performer
Dan Vucko
Performer
Shordeli
Performer
Shato & Paul Rockseek
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akintoye
Songwriter
Dan Vucko
Songwriter
Shato & Paul Rockseek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Akintoye
Producer
Dan Vucko
Producer
Shordeli
Mastering Engineer
Shato & Paul Rockseek
Producer
Lyrics
Sleep at the chirpin' of birds
Hours been passin' me by
How wondrous to actually fly
Straight to the masses we lie
Patiently packin' disguise
Younger me askin' to die
Drownin' in mirror debates
Basically basin' the clearin' of bases
On hearin' the snare and the bass
Bearin' disgrace in the face of opinions
Ain't nobody askin' for me
Rakin' my claws, through the shakes and applause
But the claps is muddy
Break through the walls to attain the resolve
And attach the govvy
Niggas known to miss for ownership
Pray that a hole exists
And fall prey to the hopefulness
Show grace when we open gifts
Still laugh 'cause I'm so convinced
In this session, notions shift
In this method, roles are dense
They will stretch 'em, soles are ripped
We still steppin', Mike Jack, moonwalk to avoid the past
You can't be over shit you still checkin'
Roll a six, and praise those who control events
The same camp and the flow intense
Deep breath when the dough is spent
Make amends with my soul before we blow like an open vent
You see there's more to life than mortifying memory creation
Compress the waves inside of you and melodies escapin'
I try my best to never second guess a single step
So when they see me at my best, they'll be nothin' short of impressed
Told the homies we gon' go far
Scream it to the whole yard
Simple showmanship could be a show off
Holy matrimony to the motion never hold us
Stick to right, and niggas left like we play with broken controllers
Tough to focus through commotion, I suffer through devotion
I numbed myself to ruckus, let the public feel emotion
Post up against depression, resolve it writing scripture
Still roll up to the gram and slang post-traumatizing pictures
No peace of mind will get ya
I grasp it where I can, through leaps of faith and keep away
I swear, I'm just a man
And if my spirit leaves today
And death should make demands
I'll know I stood for something if it catch me where I stand
Slow days, fake stress
Big smile, hate text
No show, faux flow
Go slow, play chess
Break downs, paycheques
New day, same mess
Face to face with a better me
He said, "Do more, say less"
Less than invested in lessons
I'm learnin' I never belonged here
My enemies strong here
In the quest to dissolve fear
I've been tacklin' panic, can't understand it
I'm manic, and magically manage to muscle it into advantage
Aware of the rustlin'
Scannin' the planet
Empowerin' paranoia when it's beggin' for ya
Put the stress in order
Walking in hand with my demons, they keep me alive
Done with dismantlin' trauma 'cause the innocence never be mine
Character flaws and the cracks in the armor
Been makin' it harder to get 'em behind
Juggle my fate on a tape in their faces and let 'em rewind
Every time I indulge in a moment of clarity, I feel anxiety hit
Try to repent for the pain I done caused
Put all the people 'round me
Through the field of battle while internally fightin' a war
The feelin' unnerving
And though, I still feel underservin' of shit that they try to award
Older me gesturing
Blessin' the will to engage the bazaar
Granny praying if the lord willin'
To adore winning 'til it's all finished
Can't ignore feelin' like I made it through doors
Slippin' through the cracks, then I hit the floor
Spilling on the tracks, livin' off endorphins
They adore him, then ignore him, singin' more hymns
Know the law dim
How the universe balance proportions
Slow days, fake stress
Big smile, hate text
No show, faux flow
Go slow, play chess
Break downs, paycheques
New day, same mess
Face to face with a better me
He said, "Do more, say less"
Slow days, fake stress
Big smile, hate text
No show, faux flow
Go slow, play chess
Break downs, paycheques
New day, same mess
Face to face with a better me
He said, "Do more, say less"
Slow days, fake stress
Big smile, hate text
No show, faux flow
Go slow, play chess
Break downs, paycheques
New day, same mess
Face to face with a better me
He said, "Do more, say less"
Slow days, fake stress
Big smile, hate text
No show, faux flow
Go slow, play chess
Break downs, paycheques
New day, same mess
Face to face with a better me
He said, "Do more, say less"
Writer(s): Akintoye Asalu
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