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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Afro Comb
Afro Comb
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Mitchell
Jordan Mitchell
Composer
Denzel Chukwunonso Omotoye
Denzel Chukwunonso Omotoye
Songwriter
Caira Naomi Booth-Murray
Caira Naomi Booth-Murray
Songwriter
Dominic Lucien Kojo Campbell
Dominic Lucien Kojo Campbell
Songwriter
Vienna Murray
Vienna Murray
Songwriter

Lyrics

When life's too good and it feels like you're dreaming When life's too good and it feels like you're dreaming When life's too good and it feels like you're dreaming When life's too good and it feels like you're dreaming Take the frown off the beat, upside down Turn smiles, skipping feet, look around Not a care who can see They wouldn't care if they could, "I" is your worst critique Look in the mirror eyes down On flaws that you see Mind blocks, only walls that you meet Happy thoughts, trapped behind doors you can't see Lochness or lockless? Still going deep for the key Smoking piff for epiphanies That is just reality Prophecies are unfulfilled, my baby taught me Up and down Up and down up and down Uppers staring at the ground, barely making sounds I ain't been out much, tryna turn up, burn off all my sins Shuck and jiving, hiding from realities that I've lived Life so crazy holding weight but sweeps me off my feet My knees are planted to the ground, my arms are floating free Convos like poetry the way your words can flow through me I now carry your energy, my frown no longer be Take the frown off the beat, upside down Turn smiles, skipping feet, look around Not a care who can see They wouldn't care if they could, "I" is your worst critique Look in the mirror eyes down On flaws that you see Mind blocks, only walls that you meet Happy thoughts, trapped behind doors you can't see Lochness or lockless? Still going deep for the key Smoking piff for epiphanies You ain't gonna drown you are knee deep No money in your bank card, got noodles it ain't that hard There's really youths that starve to death There's really youts in Gaza that dead While over here, youts miss, all the information hid Whichever God, Marge prays Carve your own destination, no one knows the pathway Every single generation swore, these are last days Love yourself first, no one can love you better Rainfall now but, we got British weather It gah' change up – upset We still get up address, why we're fed up Unless it's the feds, press, stress heads – still stuck Life's a dream when you're winning, hardly feeling a thing Just adrenaline fuel inna your bloodstream Clear vision I see what my dreams mean Believe what I feel is real, we need to heal It's so easy get stuck in the mud Stuck in the mud and I can't get up It's so easy to get stuck in the mud Looking at the reaper got you stuck in the mud It's so easy to get stuck in the mud Full time job got you stuck in the mud It's so rough when you're stuck in the mud But you gotta get up, get out, get something Take the frown off the beat, upside down Turn smiles, skipping feet, look around Not a care who can see They wouldn't care if they could, "I" is your worst critique Look in the mirror eyes down On flaws that you see Mind blocks, only walls that you meet Happy thoughts, trapped behind doors you can't see Lochness or lockless? Still going deep for the key When life's too good and it feels like you're dreaming When life's too good and it feels like you're dreaming When life's too good and it feels like you're dreaming When life's too good and it feels like you're dreaming
Writer(s): Caira Booth-murray, Denzel Omotoye, Jordan Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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