Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Landon Wordswell
Lead Vocals
Es-K
Drum Programming
Teeba
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Landon Wordswell
Lyrics
Robert Ronci
Composer
Teeba
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Es-K
Producer
Teeba
Producer
Dobey Dobe
Mastering Engineer
Skyzoo
Executive Producer
Letra
I been dealing with a lot up on my plate these days
My mama called, she told me, "Baby, take it day by day"
It's hard to eat, it's tough to swallow, but I say my grace
I'm always questioning the present, but I make a way
I been dealing with a lot up on my plate these days
When life looks hard to swallow, I still say my grace
Mmm, I'm grateful
Because I know the flaws that we hide the most
Are what make you uniquely who you are
While you're searching hard for a breakthrough
When all you see are scars
I can see your heart on the table
That your loved ones ate alive for the sake of pride
They degrade you, yeah
Hate hit different when there's love involved
And I used to have a hard time learning when to cut 'em off
Mmm, but no, I'm no excluded
I used to rap a lot, then sabotage
Success within this music
I would tour with vets
But second-guess exactly why I'm included
Looking back, that shit was foolish
It squandered lots of movement
My girl say to seek therapy
I'm just glad she's there with me
I been growing, so just bear with me
I been reaping what I'm sowing
Planting seeds, but just barely
Oh, I been watering 'em carefully
I stop and say my grace, because you know me
They ask me, "Do it work?" I say, "We gon' see"
I send it to the clouds, hope a few go free
Hands locked in, how is you gon' reach?
I been dealing with a lot up on my plate these days
When life looks hard to swallow, I still say my grace
Mmm, resilient
Don't let these **** fool you
I swear to God that you brilliant
In the process of building
These simple lives with fulfillment
My noodle kept me in business
The rhyming helped me with healing
I been working through some traumas
I thought had prominent ceilings, yeah
The fear and loathing got depth
I'm here to sew it up slow
It appears soldiers have left
I do this shit on my dolo
Which merely shoulders my stress
I used to chase validation
I pray to never digress
I been up and now I'm down again
I'm bound to win a piece
I was jealous of my peers so long
This shit's a damn disease
Sometimes success'll knock
But just in case, I'll grab the keys
Make a decent masterpiece
Pick some trades and master each, mmm
We all eat at a different pace
Before you start—just say your grace
I stop and say my grace, because you know me
They ask me, "Do it work?" I say, "We gon' see"
I send it to the clouds, hope a few go free
Hands locked in, how is you gon' reach?
I stop and say my grace
Written by: Landon Wordswell, Robert Ronci, Teeba