クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harry Green
Songwriter
Ian Blasini
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wick
Producer
COZZY BEATS
Producer
歌詞
I was taught that patience is a virtue
I wish it were true
But sitting and waiting it only comes back to hurt you
I feel like destinations are greatest when you the first to
Reach it
Wise words from a hypocritical teacher
I won't take a shot if I stay in the bleachers
But maybe overlooked it and patience means something deeper
Whole time down
Man I thought I needed patience
Patience
But I started seeing profit as soon as I lost it
I gotta move cuz a cough can turn into a coffin
Like my homie, got the call and man the shit was shocking
I was shakin
Wanna bring my homies
But the train its gotta leave the station
Learned from Tre that that's the only way
That we can ever make it
And I believe you bro
I see you choo choo chuggin
But besides him pretty much my whole crew buggin
Saying that I got is me being modest
You can't name a single person that I couldn't body
I know I'm getting off topic
I'm aware of my potential
Know progressions incremental
Why is mine so incidental
I been fighting with my mental
Don't know if got the mettle
But I hope I do
I got some questions if you got some answers
Why don't I chase the things that I'm after
Quarter century and patience only thing I've mastered
So I been mixing
I know they tired of hearing me cry about places I should be
Burnt wicks for Chadwick repurpose this wasted energy
Impatience the disease and jealousy is the symptom
Westernized mind, can only rest when I sleep
Man I need patience
Patience
I got potential to spare, well that's potential despair
It's rare a **** meet a risk He's willing to take
Mistakes made by shots that I wasn't willing to miss taken
The mark of a man is how he deals with adversity
Feel like isolation got the worst of me
I could go to God but them thoughts never occurred to me
They think I got this drive but I barely got my learners B
Patience cometh from tribulation so I plead to y'all earnestly
Them thoughts burning me
If cream make it to the top then let these ashes be my trampoline
Make it there by any means
Scream it from the mezzanine
This zone made a better me
To and fro from my comfort zone
the place i go to espace doubles as an escape room
One way through and you aint making it far without drive
I always had the keys but these door lock from the outside
Written by: Harry Green, Ian Blasini