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Musikvideo

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

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
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 'fore 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 'fore you leave
[Verse 2]
Riddle me this
Mona Lisa, piece of pepperoni
Smilin' over phony speakers, gettin' a fit
Often off of the shits
It's a party at my granny house
Now birthdays and funerals will only bring the family out
[Verse 3]
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 there, but all my new life there
Riddle me Lord, forgive me
[Verse 4]
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 'fore 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 'fore you leave
[Verse 5]
Yeah, hey, shakin' the dust off my heel as I get infected
Weekend trips to my auntie's was an antiseptic
The fat boy anorexic ain't admit 'cause my complexion
Wrist like an Etch-a-Sketch
I'm sculptin' the pain in 'em like Edmonia Lewis
My notebook's less Jesus, more gospel to it
Let's holler and hoop and my **** is stupid
My **** is shootin'
Your interpretation of that last bar will tell me where you was rooted
Me and mines amongst the poplar still
[Verse 6]
I'm talkin' 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
[Verse 7]
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 'fore you leave
Written by: Benjamin Earl Turner, Fatimah Warner, Michael Neil
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