Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rory
Rory
Performer
REASON
REASON
Vocals
Robert Gill
Robert Gill
Lead Vocals
Rory Farrell
Rory Farrell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coleman
Coleman
Songwriter
Robert Gill
Robert Gill
Songwriter
Roosevelt Harrell III
Roosevelt Harrell III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bink
Bink
Producer
Coleman
Coleman
Producer

Letras

[Verse 1]
So, never had a handout, lately seeing the hands
Pain moving forward, but fuck it, we still advance
As God's still in the plans
Took fifteen hundred "Nos", that's nothin', I'm on my rants
That’s real
Look, I can spot a user, or greed, straight off the glance
Chicago in the summer, no burner, we took a chance
I slid to give the city my energy, and my plans
L.A. been too vain for me
Painfully been jaded, took a toll, put a strain on me, insane to me
A huge strain, ironic, can't see the gains on me
Feel my time comin', I need that shit here quicker
Vodka with a spritzer, networking to build figures
Pour it out when they ain't lookin', pour Henny, I'm still ****
This ghetto on me stained, removing it kill my inner
Hard to change the cards I'm dealt when my ****'s still dealing
I thought it’d be different
I gave my heart to cure my sickness
I thought it’d be different
Followed traditions, where I end up, look
Built my foundation with glass so y’all could see it clear
Stones casted at it but from the inner, let's keep it real
Heavy winds there should help the sail, but it sank the ship
Gotta break my standards and ego for us to coexist
Put it all in the music to heal my pain
I relate to Tom Brady, lost my family to the game
I made **** treat the story godly
Jealous forming from salt but I love it more than Lawry’s
Petty ****, I brought gifts to the pity parties
It's nothing better than lettin' 'em see you moving largely
Soulfully ended in it
Rode through the trenches with it, great speed, ****
This shit like gettin' a ring from the eighth seed, ****
You hear cheers, I don't buy it, that's a hate speech, ****
Look, I see through a grotto
I let my spirit follow
Tried to let my love lead the way
But that led to expectations and sorrows
It’s heavy wallows
Feelings swallowed
Can't tell if it's real, does this shit just make me hollow?
Can't come off that hill unless the love slowly spiral, look
[Verse 2]
Low range for change, I turned pains to gains
Love turned to strains, that path turned terrain
The doubt turned to rain, I drive that in my lane
Tom Brady, lost my family to the game
Nothing changed
I thought it’d be different
Need love there at my lowest
I thought it’d be different
Some bridges burned, some is golden
Heavy pressures on my shoulders
'Cause while I sold records
Sold lyrics, sold message
Know my soul I never sold it, REAS
[Verse 3]
Soulfully ended in it
Roll through the trenches
Look I’ve been scared to settle down
Part of that fear is worried 'bout settling
Mistakes, wish I could white 'em out
Too proud of my melanin
Ghost ride to the riches, tints on it for my skeletons
'Cause they been holding me down, got a fear about tellin' em, uh
I just keep 'em in that closet so I don't have to face 'em
All this fabric on me
It’s like I’m tryna hide my fabrications
It's like I'm in search of your validation
It's like, shit
It's like I keep saying like 'cause I can't commit to nothin'
Windows down while my speakers bumping
Hope it air out all these deep discussions
Not being honest with self, could be yo saddest sickness
Feel like I been wearing that mask better than Stanley Ipkiss
Look, I been carefully inchin'
But been constantly workin'
Constantly patient, constantly urgent
I'm constantly trippin'
I know my flaws and all, but constantly perfect
Constantly steady but constantly nervous
Constantly cool, calm, and collected
On the inside I know I’m constantly Urkel
Run in circles, been livin' like gerbils
Man, fuck the love, I need a girdle
Tryna hold it together
Lookin' down I see my soul slowly rippin'
Ask God to sew it together, REASON
Written by: Coleman, Robert Gill, Roosevelt Harrell III, Rory Farrell
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