Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Myles Bullen
Rap
Christopher Nicholas Conde
Rap
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Myles Bullen
Composição
Torbjorn Mario Caspersen-Burmark
Composição
Christopher Nicholas Conde
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Torbjorn Mario Caspersen-Burmark
Produção
Letra
Kinda feel like I wasted time
Put down the pen and focus on the climb
Coulda did both but I lost my mind
Thinkin' rappers only make it if we steadily grind
Like, who the hell am I without the rhyme?
Seems obvious but I guess I was blind
Shoulda, coulda, woulda but there ain't no rewind
Gotta do what I can to get outta my bind, yeah
Fell down but I'm back up
Every time I move forward I feel the impact of
My own thoughts get stacked up
Against me arresting all the peace that I captured
All the freedom I had once
Knee deep in defeat, all these feelings subtract the
Whole reason I rap for
Whole reason I needed to bleed on these beats
And release all the demons in me
All the things keepin' me on a leash
Feelings so weak, HP send me melodies
I don't know where I am but I gotta leave gotta flee
To the top of the tree on the top of the mountain
Unlocking my wings and I open my mouth and release the big fountain
Of lyrical light that will heal and ground me
Wake up, wake up wake up wake up
Wake up, wake up wake up wake up
Breathe slow, homie, where did I go?
Lost myself in a hell I never thought I would know
Put my art on a shelf and I severed the flow
Of my words like a bird, unable to float
Breathe deep I never thought I would see myself
Jeopardizing everything I thought I believed
Took a minute to get energy inside of my feet
If you give me just a moment I'm about to be free
Breathe in, and I'm at it again
Feel the color flowing out of me and out of my skin
I'm ready for whatever, man, I'm ready to win
Got a spark in my heart and a pad and a pen
Breathe out tell you what I'm about
Losing negativity and all of my doubt
Focusing on freedom, getting out of my drought
Get free, stay free, baby, sing it out loud, uh
Back into the verse, back to this craft that captured me first
And had me unpacking damage rehearsed of my past, I lack capacity words
Unburden my person this stagnant curse, I reversed it
By writing verses in cursive
I am reminded that I already outlined my worth and my purpose
Wake up, wake up wake up wake up
Wake up, wake up wake up wake up
Extra, extra, extrovert Get your shit together, get to work
I swear to death this life is blessed
That's the key scaredy cats, won't take the leap
But I hop the turnstile, avoid the curbstomp
Stock the pantry, embrace the mystery taste the universe, chase the victory
Anxiety shit really gets to me take a breath, gotta get somewhere, take a step
I get better with age, but today I'm the best that I've ever been, and
I don't know much But I love my friends, and I love to work
And I'll tiptoe to every edge of this earth Just to find myself on an endless search, search, search, search
Recovering addict, loved ones lost, spreading their ashes
I'll put a little bit of magic into everyday habits
And get rid of attachments
And glad to be stable, not lostin my head
And I got out of bed, and I'm glad to be able
Don't give a shit if you hate it, this glitter it sacred I'm covered in rainbows
I'm radically grateful
For we never know when we won't wake up
For we never know when we won't wake up
For we never know when we won't wake up
For we never know when we won't wake up
Written by: Christopher Nicholas Conde, Myles Bullen, Torbjorn Mario Caspersen-Burmark