Vídeo musical
Canciones más populares de Nasty C
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nasty C
Vocals
Kurtis Mckenzie
Drums
JStar
Background Vocals
Ndumiso Manana
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kurtis Mckenzie
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Ifeoluwa Oladigbolu
Songwriter
Ndumiso Manana
Songwriter
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maestro The Baker
Producer
Kurtis Mckenzie
Producer
DJ Khalil
Producer
Ebenezer Maxwell
Recording Engineer
Mike Manitshana
Mixing Engineer
Steve "Steve B" Baughman
Mastering Engineer
Letras
We're some savages
Came up from broken marriages (Uh huh)
Inherit the damages
My mom and my dad had a hand in this (Uh huh)
Now the woman that's choppin' my bread
And the woman that's cuttin' my sandwiches
A good woman, I had that shit
But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch
Don't know how to let go of my baggage
I don't even know what my baggage is (Yeah)
I ain't happy, I'm hazardous (Yeah)
I ain't care that I'm cancerous (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm made of my practices
I got changes to make, and let them die
I'm afraid to love, I'm terrified
I got problems I have to identify
We don't even know who we are
Growin' marriages
We have miscarriages
Do we even know who we are?
A bunch of savages is who we are
When I close my eyes, what do I recall? (What do I recall?)
I see endings but no happy ones at all (No happy ones at all)
I see hugs and kisses turnin' into brawls (Turnin' into brawls)
I see wedding pictures taken off the wall (Ooh, ooh)
I see rings go from fingers into dressers (Into dressers)
I see promises turnin' into confessions (Turnin' into confessions)
I see six plates turnin' into five (Turnin' into five)
I look up and see the saddest man alive (Ooh, ooh)
So I try
And I try to put this weight that I've inherited behind so I could fly
Ready or not, I gotta do it for my child
But if I ever fall short, I guess I'll never wonder why
'Cause who am I?
We're some savages
Came up from broken marriages (Uh huh)
Inherit the damages
My mom and my dad had a hand in this (Uh huh)
Now the woman that's choppin' my bread
And the woman that's cuttin' my sandwiches
A good woman, I had that shit
But I had to be seen with the baddest bitch
Don't know how to let go of my baggage
I don't even know what my baggage is (Yeah)
I ain't happy, I'm hazardous (Yeah)
I ain't care that I'm cancerous (Yeah)
I got changes to make, and let them die
I'm afraid to love, I'm terrified
I got problems I have to identify
We don't even know who we are
Growin' marriages
We have miscarriages
Do we even know who we are?
A bunch of savages is who we are
We don't even know who we are
Growin' marriages
We have miscarriages
Do we even know who we are?
A bunch of savages is who we are
I got good traits from my father
But I got a couple of bad ones too
Unconditional love and uncontrollable anger too
It's like I don't have no clue
The damage that my hands could do
I raise hell when I'm mad at me
Imagine if I get mad at you
Let's say you were in my shoes
In between rage, ride and abuse
But a man says he loves you
I bet you wouldn't wanna love too, uh
You wouldn't wanna love either
Meet a good one and leave her
The things you shown him can't repeat 'em
Breed 'em, beat 'em
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Kurtis Isaac Mckenzie, Ifeoluwa Oladigbolu, Nsikayesizwe David Ngcobo Junior, Ndumiso Manana
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