Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
JID
Chant
Ravyn Lenae
Chant
Eryn Allen Kane
Chant
Thundercat
Basse
James Blake
Programmation
monte booker
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Destin Route
Paroles/Composition
Ravyn Lenae Washington
Paroles/Composition
James Blake Litherland
Paroles/Composition
Ahmanti Booker
Paroles/Composition
Benjamin Tolbert
Paroles/Composition
Edmund Sylvers
Paroles/Composition
Leon Sylvers
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
James Blake
Production
monte booker
Co‑production
Groove
Co‑production
John Kadadu
Ingénierie de prise de son
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingénierie de mixage
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Uh
Tryna find a way to like, not overstep
But it's really just me, um
It's something I gotta, whatever
[Verse 2]
Uh
Look, pardon me but a part of me looking for more
Giving my heart, my art, my arteries, what do you want more?
Minority boy, Black, looking for joy
They snatch it, looking back, part I paint it for
But I'm tapped, I lapped tap water and tap dance
To tabernacles before the Lord, the pattern is no avoid
Not gon' avoid the words that come with a voice inside of my head
I'm sick of the noise
[Verse 3]
So be a bigger ****, put your finger on the trigger
As you looking at the mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip till your backbones slip
And no, them cracks don't give no black fuck 'bout y'all
Just your ass, your hips, your lips, my dick tip, my black balls
Dribbling, and dipping them in your jaws
Scribbling word rhymes, the crowd giving applause
But, in my spirit, I feel it that they don't hear me at all
[Verse 4]
****, my ****, look at the bigger picture, we flawed, okay, cool
You picking up figures, ****, we proud, you pay dues
But now you got to do what you can and can't abuse your power
Let's come up with a plan and we pursue and devour
But don't get shit fucked up
I be in the forefront with the .45, don't front
Back then, right now, last week, next month
Backseat, shotgun door, I got one
[Verse 5]
Lonely, anger deep in your life
No matter what you say
No matter what you do, can't hide
This shit is trouble (Trouble)
I stand beside you
It'd be nice
Handle the battle
[Verse 6]
Yeah, pardon me but a part of me looking for more
Giving my heart, my art, my arteries, what do you want more?
Majority push packs, they unemployed
Part of your past traps and crack come in the stores, it's on
Boarded windows, chosen board rooms, and bored negroes
Nothing to do but war wounds and more vigils
Candle light mood, the more women
The more widows lookin' for food without a dude and four kidos
Fuck it, I'm sick as fuck and I told you motherfuckers no recovering
Kick it up and I'm coughing and spitting legitimate love like a drug loaded in the snuff
They look for information on who the plug on the black pipe
Black gloves, black night, Black baby girl, keep her wrapped tight
Give a brother a hug and not a slug (That's right)
Fear with trouble should come, we never crumble
That's why we've been down for life
[Verse 7]
Got a weird feeling the enemy's on the way
Give a little energy, anything motivates
Come around, namaste
Now you're down, don't be afraid
Just keep that fear locked out
Come feel the love, feel in love right now
Feel the love
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
[Verse 8]
Rain down
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
Feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love right now
Rain down
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
(Feel the love)
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
Gotta feel the love, gotta show the love
Gotta feel, gotta show the love
Gotta, gotta show, oh, show tonight
[Verse 9]
Until the ocean dries to dust
Just rest assure the sun will come
So close your eyes and ease your fear
Just let me whisper in your ear
Forever more (Forever more)
Ever more
Forever more
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Benjamin Tolbert, Destin Route, Edmund Sylvers, Eryn Allen Kane, James Blake Litherland, Leon Sylvers III, Ravyn Lenae Washington

