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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rapsody
Rapsody
Vocals
Wyann Vaughn
Wyann Vaughn
Additional Vocals
Fenn O'Meally
Fenn O'Meally
Additional Vocals
Christopher Patterson
Christopher Patterson
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlanna Evans
Marlanna Evans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Guerrero
Eric Guerrero
Assistant Recording Engineer
Victor Gaspar
Victor Gaspar
Additional Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Rapsody
Rapsody
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Reading Sufi Say, "Time is money" coining Rumi Didn't invent it, just paid attention and listened to what Umi said Shine your light, bags are bags no matter if they Tumi brand Judgment's on me, they wondering if I'm a "Eat the coochie" fan All because I choose to style in sneakers and some baggy pants Used to make me aggy, wanna black out like the Aggie fans I suffer from anxiety Doctors probably tired of me Tryna meditate to calm my heart, racing like a ambulance So I ain't got no answers, you can believe what you choose I'm tryna focus on sleeping at night without waking up panicking Steph lost her father, I'm tryna be here for my friends and them Mees lost her father, I'm tryna be here for my friends and them Free my spirit so I ain't looking in the mirror seeing Candyman Though I right hook, kick, push, fight through life like Miss. Hanigan Either you Annie or you Annikan You gon' shine or fade to black as a result of all your damages I learned life like bike rides, we gotta handle it Visits with my Auntie, my uncle ashes on the mantelpiece Her tears never stop, it's like the cycles on a rinse-repeat I'm cut from that cloth, so every day's a mental cleaning spree Navigating through this business, tryna find some decency But you only wonder if I eat coochie or like some dick in me Y'all need to read Dick Gregory, bitches Yeah Okay, damn, damn, damn Ain't gon' let y'all even trigger me, huh, bam, bam, bam Days I do, I'm true to bounce back though, sham, sham, sham God, forgive me when I fall short, tryna stand, stand, stand, tall Uh, damn, damn, damn I ain't gon' let y'all even trigger me, yeah, bam, bam, bam Days I do, I'm true to bounce back though, sham, sham, sham God forgive me when I fall short, tryna stand, stand, stand, tall Tell the truth, not even one time Tell the truth, not even one time (tell the truth) Tell the truth, not even one time Now tell the truth
Writer(s): Marlanna Evans, Curtis Colbert, Harriet M. Hurst Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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