Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Landon Wordswell
Lead Vocals
Es-K
Drum Programming
Teeba
Guitar
Deja Solo
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Landon Wordswell
Lyrics
Robert Ronci
Composer
Teeba
Composer
Deja Solo
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Es-K
Producer
Teeba
Producer
Dobey Dobe
Mastering Engineer
Skyzoo
Executive Producer
Texty
See, I've been known for holding grudges
And as long as they stay public
Ain't no subject I would try to withhold
I got my reasons
**** dap you with a greeting
And call you brother while you eating
Then turn around and stab your back when you low
They can't be loyal, only winners get the spoils
And for that, they gon' destroy you
While they spinning all they straw into gold
That made me violent, but I'm older now and smiling
I speak volumes with this silence
**** lucky I been preaching 'bout growth
I wasn't ready
What I was picking up was heavy
And I would lift if they let me, honestly
That's how I was raised
If it's broken, I'ma fix it
If it's mine, then we gon' split it
It's a given
**** glitching if they try to betray
I been trying to keep my mind up in a positive place
Then I realized what it takes
Been cutting beef, I see the size of the stakes
I planted seeds and saw my crops get erased
I fight for mine 'til this day
It's no surprise, I know what lies in wait
Oh, Lordy, troubles so high
Oh, Lord, I need you by my side
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Yo, yo, peep game
I been thinking 'bout my life
And all the wrongs I couldn't right
I roll the dice and let the gamble begin
Somewhere deep within my consciousness
I keep my broken promises anonymous
I promise there's a plan to repent
But I got lost within my selfishness
While I was finding reasons for my grievance
I was deep into a helpless descent
Got some monsters that I conquered
I been screaming at my demons
At the time, I just really couldn't handle my sins
It's 4:30 in the a.m
Now my writtens turn to praying
I'm debating if I should sleep or get this off of my chest
I couldn't rest if I tried, I'm only flesh
I leave the rest up to God
My heart's pounding, that's been part of my stress
I brought a lot to the table
I fortify what I'm able
Organic-labeled food for thought
Is kinda hard to digest
Because I'm yet to be proud of the place I'm at
In my life 'cause I made a mess
But I guess I'm cleaning all of what's left
Oh, Lordy, troubles so high
Oh, Lord, I need you by my side
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Don't nobody know my troubles but God
Written by: Deja Solo, Landon Wordswell, Robert Ronci, Teeba