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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gabriella Katherine Francis
Background Vocals
Hakeem Omarley Baker
Lead Vocals
Harry Fausing Smith
Violin
Patrick Walden
Electric Guitar
Sam Breathwick
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriella Katherine Francis
Songwriter
Hakeem Omarley Baker
Songwriter
Harry Fausing Smith
Songwriter
Patrick Walden
Songwriter
Sam Breathwick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shrink
Producer
Craigie Dodds
Mixing Engineer
Caspar Sutton-Jones
Mastering Engineer
Hakeem Omarley Baker
Producer
Lyrics
Poor, poor thing, don't pick on yourself
Don't you know all that horrible ain't good for yourself?
If you can't find no tolerance, nor good for yourself
Talk to your friends (go)
'Cause there's more, more, more, more fickleness out there
Where everybody's standing in the middle like Malcolm
Tragedy cannot be helped if you're out there
But you ain't the only one that's scared
That's why I write these poems
Carry the words of the unspoken, yeah
I got my ears and my eyes open in every room that I go in, go in
'Cause they don't hear us on the radio
And they don't hear us when we feeling low
But I got my hand and my heart
Open for every sorrow you mope in, mope in, yeah
RIP, Trevor, I send my love to your family in these endeavours
I send condolences, my nigga, Bigz, keep your head up
Why does it feel that the tragedies have fucking sped up, sped up
All of these woes opposite the pleasure?
I know it's easy to ostracise, but stick together
Good times are on the horizon, even if you're fed up
I feel the pain of the people, that's why I well up, well up
That's why I write these poems
Carry the words of the unspoken, yeah
I got my ears and my eyes open in every room that I go in, go in
'Cause they don't hear us on the radio
And they don't hear us when we feeling low
But I got my hand and my heart
Open for every sorrow you mope in, mope in, yeah
I hear the words that ain't spoken, yeah
I hear them out in the open, yeah
I know that love can be provoking (yeah)
That's why I go back to smoking
When I can't let out what my mind's antidoting, 'doting, yeah
I've got some pain, I've got to take to the grave, Darg (it's okay)
I tried to cry, but, no, it won't go away, nah (it's okay)
I look my mate Greg in his eyes, see the pain that he hides
But when he looks at me, I know he can see mine
I put this pen to this paper to make a change
And if the end is close, my poetry remains
'Cause in the end, we're gonna die, and I hope I do not fry
My sin's the only reason I'm alive
That's why I write these poems
Carry the words of the unspoken, yeah
I got my ears and my eyes open in every room that I go in, go in
'Cause they don't hear us on the radio
And they don't hear us when we feeling low
I got my hand and my heart
Open for every sorrow you mope in mope in, yeah
Writer(s): Sam Breathwick, Hakeem Baker, Henry Smith, Gabriella Francis, Patrick Walden
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