Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zoodeville
Zoodeville
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cesar Sandoval
Cesar Sandoval
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonah Marc Levine
Jonah Marc Levine
Producer
Garrett Gloom
Garrett Gloom
Producer

Songteksten

Yeah, yeah
Alright
Yeah
First things first, I'ma roll one up
I'm from the 'Ville, the only one that had the coldest touch
Game full of ruckus, I enter and now they know it's us
Told my city I'ma do it, I only told 'em once
I'm in and out, you never see me
Just an apparition, gotta feel me
I swear it's y'all that changed, I'm still me
A bit surprised that this life ain't even kill me
I don't know what's goin' on right now, I trip on what will be, yeah
The same ones used to hate, I heard they love me now
I'm out the way, I can't even hang
'Cause y'all be funny style, they love to hate
Smile on my face when y'all gun me down
They know my shit be goin' stupid, I'm a dummy now
I started out in Bennett Hill, I left to see how Heaven feel
I almost seen my dad get killed, sometimes I feel I'm seven still
Only feel the world be ending when I'm sittin' still
I never had to chase her heart until
She said it's real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The catch is that it's never real (Never real)
Yeah, most you people sleepy on some Benadryl
The thing about me is I do the most instead of chill (Come on)
The world don't give a fuck 'bout how the lesser feel
It's eleven after eleven still (Yeah, yeah)
I'm fake, I wonder if the rest is real
Time or distance, shit, what's it gon' be?
Just lookin' for where to go
Just take me further from the person that I was before
Strip me of my essence and let it get dripped in gold
I stand on business, they don't visit
So really, I sit alone (I sit alone)
And truth be told, most of you fit the mold
How many times we gotta learn the
Truth? It's gettin' old (Gettin' old)
Before the world get cold, I take a stroll through my city
I'm afraid I won't find a single soul to take with me
I drove by the homie crib, I wish his parents could see him
It's gettin' hard to believe all these things just happen for reasons
I got thoughts inside my head and they get paired up with demons
I got visions of my future and I wish you believed 'em
I got dreams that I made happen and I wish you could see 'em
I be lost inside my head, my own Garden of Eden
The lies really sound pretty the more that you repeat 'em
I know you wanted me to go to Hell and now we even
Devil on my shoulder 'cause the angels gettin' sick of me
Chillin' while I'm here, it's bad enough
I have to live for free (Live for free)
I'm in a glass house with some missin' keys
I done looked around for hope and found some misery
Bitch, I'm grown, I used to roll up in a Swisher Sweet
At my stompin' grounds, I moved around like a centipede
Life is nothin' but a smile with some missin' teeth
But what she talk, it's like music 'cause it's still in key
Shit, I ain't wake up dead, who gettin' lit with me?
Mama said to give 'em hell, so I'ma let 'em bleed (Let 'em bleed)
I ain't shit, but I'ma make sure they remember me (They remember me)
Just found my head and now I'm lookin' for the rest of me
Written by: Cesar Sandoval, Jonah Levine
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