クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Mayer
Joey Mayer
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joey Mayer
Joey Mayer
Songwriter
Otto Smotrys
Otto Smotrys
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cade Eliason
Cade Eliason
Assistant Recording Engineer
Otto Smotrys
Otto Smotrys
Producer

歌詞

All these people rockin' with him that are livin' here
Really got him optimistic for a minute there
His cryin' eyes painting patterns on his sheets
Til it's tatted on his cheek
To show em he on a different tear (tier)
If it isn't clear by now, then just give it a week
When he speaks - hear him out, hen put this shit on repeat
He isn't unique, he's simply elite, isn't he?
Ask him what he gave for his craft, he'll say, "what didn't he?"
I promise I'ma stop actin' as if he isn't me
When y'all stop askin' me to spit a free when you ain't listenin'
they missin' me before I even had the chance to be gone
So now I'm standin' alone, on blistered feet
It's Skinny Pete on the keyboard
Been a beast, now I need more beauty
No need to keep score, my team been in peak form
and we bringin' heat for 'em
You thinkin' you the king on the throne?
I been a GOAT, you just keepin' my seat warm
Spend each mornin' with my honey like bees swarmin'
The beach warm,and fresh air by the seashore
And I don't need to force it, just happens naturally
The passion that Joey gon' rap with actually
Mad funny when you think about it
You get it if you've been around him
He was dyin' of thirst, and now he sing about it
In about a minute, I'ma hit a thousand writtens this month
But still it isn't enough to shift the mountain
I've been tryin' to climb it
Thought gettin' higher would buy me time
But I'm almost out of it
Heart full of doubt an awful reminder
Of the years that I wasted
Tears that I tasted
Wasted off of straight liquor
Thinking beer gonna chase it
Paralyzed by fear in the basement
Tab under my tongue
Blunt to the lungs
Soothe, nothing new under the sun
Smooth son of a gun
Born in the bottom of the barrel
Found my way to rock bottom just by folllowing the arrows
Talkin' to an angel
Tryna find the bottom of the rainbow
I don't got a brain - in Oz I'd be the Scarecrow
Some of y'all oughta be careful, oughta be cautious
Keep watch, you feelin' nauseous?
Here in Gotham, it's probably the fear toxin
Talking
Written by: Joey Mayer, Otto Smotrys
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