Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
mynameisntjmack
mynameisntjmack
Performer
John Wehmeyer
John Wehmeyer
Bass Guitar
Wiseboy Jeremy
Wiseboy Jeremy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kirti Pandey
Kirti Pandey
Composer
Jerimiah Ochoa
Jerimiah Ochoa
Composer
Jonathan Mack
Jonathan Mack
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lim0
Lim0
Producer
Kirti Pandey
Kirti Pandey
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh, look Like how you ask me for money, that shit we barely speak Supposed to be family, close to a casualty But fuck them life and all this fantasy Threw my soul right up in the air, I hope it lands on me 'Cause if it's to my head, I know my chicken finger damaging Self-destructive, I hope that I have better luck If I can seem to measure up the distance and just press the buttons Find the center of the love I've given out and just refund it Ask me how I deal with the tragedies I've been dug in No, it's for something, Kevin told me if I drive an hour, I hit the blunt I done dealt with shit that won't allow me to stiffen up Running, I've been thirsty, hit the fountain and give me some The way that I was running hurt, I found me a different one Like I ain't giving trust out, free no more Ask myself, "How can you be so sure?" In my head, feel like I'm flowing on my feet on floor Hit the pedals, I've been coasting I knew niggas who gripped the metal The feel avoidant, ain't hard, it wasn't anointing But shit, we pointed to their upbringing And all the voices of demons, the devil sent 'Cause you know they was singing note by note It choked all the hope that was in 'em I explored my inner child in the coldest of winters Perseverance in my jeans, I had a coat made of denim Love letters to the people I done wrong, I guess I wrote to the victims If my angels leave, I won't even miss them Nigga, yeah (yeah) Sorry, we just talking a bad line before I get to the shit, yeah Ayy, I got a zip in this cardigan Sparking shit, that big is a part of 'em Got artistry, a starter, I should probably start charging 'em I work on shit for free if I can tell they got heart in 'em Martyrdom ain't worth it, surgical mean purpose Found my fucking spirit in the dirt I drown the surface with this water leaking Frequent deep and easier than sequencing the things I bleed to you Just be appreciative Never known to skip tracks The get back is greater than the setbacks I'm focused on the progress, call me when I'm sober I deliver you the context, proudly play a couple demos What we fucking on to next? We two-step on to next We blow the specs off decks, make sure your DJ got his DV straight See me TBD of late to say I be a mental state Different place to demonstrate the purpose The pressure came from working and the lessons made me change If the private make a profit, then the prophecy is baseless And niggas only got shit off my name Talk shit, but I'll probably stay the same I'm walking through a different type of lane, ayy
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