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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noname
Noname
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Earl Turner
Benjamin Earl Turner
Songwriter
Michael Neil
Michael Neil
Songwriter
Fatimah Warner
Fatimah Warner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Neil
Michael Neil
Producer
Luke Sangerman
Luke Sangerman
Producer
Brian Sanborn
Brian Sanborn
Producer

Lyrics

I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed I can't pretend I'm not myself But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed I can't pretend I'm not myself But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave Riddle me this, Mona Lisa piece of pepperoni Smilin over phony speakers, gettin a fit off-ten Offa the shits, it's a party at my granny house Now birthdays and funerals will only bring the family out Riddle me new, politician do a dance for me Hot potato, milly rock, devastation of kiddy bop Idiot, itty bitty resentfulness Riddle me gone, Chicago go go bye Chicago East roam savage Ashes for backstage passes Ashes to house on Ashland Chicago go go Kobe Move to LA county But all my old life there But all my new life there Riddle me, Lord. forgive me I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed I can't pretend I'm not myself But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed I can't pretend I'm not myself But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave Shaking the dust off my heel as I get infected Weekend trips to my aunties was an antiseptic The fat boy anorexic ain't admit Cause my complexion rich like an Etch a Sketch I'm sculpting the pain in em like ammonia Lewis My notebooks less Jesus, more gospel to it Let's holler and hoop and my niggas is stupid, my niggas is shooting Your interpretation of that last bar will tell me where you was rooted Me and mines amongst the pop laws still I'm talking moonshine, night walkin', underground, high stakin' Cop'll put the choppa on ya, make the pupils dilate Oh what a drug is fear, oh what a love is close Oh at the crib with the coupe deville with the overdose that made jealousy dance on the crowd I been everywhere, everywhere let me down Worn every hat every hat with a crown Now every head bowed, dear God I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed I can't pretend I'm not myself But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed I can't pretend I'm not myself But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave
Writer(s): Michael Neil, Fatimah Warner, Luke Sangerman, Brian Matthew Sanborn, Benjamin Earl Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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