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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Anthony Thomas
Mark Anthony Thomas
Songwriter
Nikolaos Grivellas
Nikolaos Grivellas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IOF
IOF
Producer
Ash Matthews
Ash Matthews
Mastering Engineer
Mixing Mastering and Recording Done at Razdabar Sound & Management Dayton OH
Mixing Mastering and Recording Done at Razdabar Sound & Management Dayton OH
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You can't make me feel inadequate How you my coach coming at me it's a saddest shit No Donnie ain't promised me nothing We had to move bitch end of discussion No disrespect but fuck that shit I thought you'd call me to your class and make me feel better About a shitty situation But all you did was add to the frustration Contemplation on who to hit before I leave And give the eggplant I got some tricks up my sleeve Never did I think this is how shit would playout Try to get a chick I know since the playground She don't play around And at the time I ain't stay down My home life was in shambles Devil came at your boy at all angles Silly rabbit with his tricks the carrot dangles So what I still think about it when I get tore up I still think about it till my soul, goes numb This feels like I'm on an incline Trying to reach the top, hand slips, Then I beeline So long Farewell Till tomorrow I thought the people loved me turns out they were none I got a band aid on my heart after the damage was done So long Farewell Till tomorrow I thought the people loved me turns out they were none I got a band aid on my heart after the damage was done You can't make me feel inadequate Devil working hard coming at me is the saddest shit No God will let this shit happen Not to me or mine this time this shit's tragic Parents went out for a good time A little liquor and a nine can stop the star shine We were still stressed after several months past Blessed that you're still here A kind soul and a great dad So what I still think about it when I get tore up I still think about it till my soul, goes numb This feels like I'm on an incline Trying to reach the top, hand slips, Then I beeline So long Farewell Till tomorrow I thought the people loved me turns out they were none I got a band aid on my heart after the damage was done So long Farewell Till tomorrow I thought the people loved me turns out they were none I got a band aid on my heart after the damage was done So long, Farewell Till tomorrow
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