Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Landon Wade Fitzpatrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caleb Hellinger
Producer
Rufus Clinton Broadus Jr.
Recording Engineer
Letras
No Reese's, all bars, you can keep the pieces
I was tryna keep the peace until they started reachin'
I was just a hotheaded kid before I was bleachin' it
Went to church on Sunday, my music was heathinish
I'm just hopin' I don't lose this little light of mine
'Cause lately I don't feel they props, so I pantomime
Lately I been feelin' like some compliments ain't genuine
Sayin' shit, just for reaction so I ain't listenin'
Boy I seen a lotta shady shit and I ain't talkin' 'bout Marshall
You never know what be behind them rappers just like a parcel
I'm partially the reason why some rappers gettin' startled
Started realizin' that they 'bout to end up a martyr
'Cause they be killin' they careers tryna come out lookin' harder
Put they money in a image muthafuckas can't barter, so yo
This for all the talents who I know who can flow
Who couldn't stick with it long enough just to see where it goes
This outLandish yeah, yeah
This shit here outlandish yeah
God damnit, can't stand it
What we handed yeah, this outlandish
Again 'n' again, this shit never end
You do a couple shows for folks who prolly known you for ten
You do a couple shows on campus, chasin' hoes, hopin' for answers
Couple years, no diploma, now you only seen as cancer
See I can't break it down a hunnid with all of y'all
'Cause half of ya'll switched up the second I ain't have time at all
I swear it's like a headache, but I ran outta Tylenol
Or jumpin' off a bridge, but I'm the bridge that they be hikin' on, if
Jesus wear purple, do he care when the Vikings on
Lakers maybe, I don't know, I digress 'n' I carry on
The journey is long, I was homeless, livin' in my car, thought my patience was strong
Grippin' to my box of strawberries, but the shit won't last me long
And I'm mad as fuck 'cause they all switched up, and I swore I'd be the man back home
Came back with a drinkin' problem, start soakin' it in, it don't ever take long
Now I'm breakin' the cycle, 'n' pickin' up pieces, 'n' puttin' 'em all in a song
Tell these kids hang on
This shit outLandish yeah, yeah
This shit here outlandish yeah
God damnit, can't stand it
What we handed yeah, this outlandish yeah, yeah
This shit here outlandish yeah, check it
Gotta make it with what me handed, uh huh (Hey)
Gotta make it with what me handed, uh huh (Hey)
Gotta make it with what me handed, uh huh (Hey)
I said uh huh, hey, I said uh huh (Hey)
Gotta make it with what me handed, uh huh (Hey)
Gotta make it with what me handed, uh huh (Hey)
Gotta make it with what me handed, uh huh (Hey)
I said uh huh, hey, I said
Writer(s): Landon Fitzpatrick
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