Listen to Eazy (feat. Son Lux) by G-Eazy

Eazy (feat. Son Lux)

G-Eazy

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Eazy
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Lead Vocals
Son Lux
Son Lux
Sampled Artist
Ian Chang
Ian Chang
Drums
Rafiq Bhatia
Rafiq Bhatia
Guitar
Ryan Lott
Ryan Lott
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Ryan Lott
Ryan Lott
Songwriter
Dakarai Gwitira
Dakarai Gwitira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Producer
Dakari
Dakari
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Easy, easy Pull out your heart to make the being alone (yeah) Easy, easy (talkin' to my younger self) Pull out your heart to make the being alone Dear Gerald, you're fourteen years and a truant You're trying to find your place, and figure out where you fit You're finna start rappin' with a kid you went to school with But more on that later, right now you're going through it See, you're going to have to prove that you ain't soft and you're not stupid And you gon' have to scrap with some kids that you ain't cool with You got a short temper, just be careful when you lose it You wanna be the man, but it's gon' take some time to prove it You'll fall in love, but she's gon' break your heart and put you through it Fuck falling for that bullshit, you gon' fall in love with music You're finna get arrested, almost fuck around and lose it Spend days in juvie standing at the window, looking through it Nothing in life is promised, not even free-time is So, only chase dreams, and only chase commas Won't happen on its own, trust, trust, we've been through it If it was easy, everyone would do it This game is not Easy, easy (Eazy) Pull out your heart to make the being alone (I mean, I was fucking up) (I was seventeen, I was eighteen, just doing dumb shit) Easy (My moms made me move to New Orleans and shit) (I went to school down there on a scholarship) Easy (I finally got my shit together, I started taking music seriously) Pull out your heart to make the being alone (Then it started to kinda pop off a little bit, almost) Dear Gerald, 21, you think you've got it figured out Got a big head from them labels trying to bring you out 'Til they passed on you, they ain't see what they was missing out On, that flight home gave you some shit to think about Scrambling trying to figure out, went back to the drawing board Know they say rejection's only supposed to make you want it more But, no lie, you contemplating quitting, walking out the door But, what the fuck you supposed to do? This is all you're living for Really it was that and Dev, that was all you had Paying rent by engineering other rappers at the pad Barely getting by, hella broke, you was doing bad Then "These Things Happened", you finally seen a bag You drove down the highway, a fork in the road A normal life with her, or going for broke? I seen an open lane and then I drove straight through it If it was easy, everyone would do it This game is not Easy, (You know) easy (I literally sold all my shit) Pull out your heart to make the being alone (I moved out of my place in New Orleans) (I was bouncing around, living out of a suitcase) Easy (Crashing on friends' couches) (Living at Airbnbs and hotels) Easy (Trying to make the album) Pull out your heart to make the being alone (Tryna make When It's Dark Out) (If I could take it there, it'd be great, yeah) Dear Gerald, life changed since you dropped your second album And Me, Myself & I just went seven times platinum Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em But now you're 27 and it's time to be a legend Back when it all started, grinding hard on that promo tour Tired from the night before and the night before and the night before Fuck it, tomorrow, gotta fly some more Don't complain, this is what you signed up for, yeah You're working for your family, managers, agents They all want something different from you, tell them all patience But, this one's on you, the lonely quest of greatness Been trying to be famous, been trying to be A-list When you arrive, it will appear as if there's nothing to it But, you planted the seeds and you grew it There's people taking credit for success that they had nothing to do with If it was easy, everyone would do it This game is not Easy, easy (Eazy) Pull out your heart to make the being alone Easy (So now you're here) Easy (What you gon' do with it?) (You know?) Pull out your heart to make the being alone Make no mistake, listen it's the life that I was chosen for All I prayed for was an open door I've been rich, I've been broke before I've seen the floor You try to put me in a box, I'll box out like Lepore And fuck being indecisive now I'm so for sure And fuck Trump, it's like "What the fuck we voted for?" And most of y'all should probably party less and focus more And if that line resonates, you're probably who I wrote it for Where will I go from here? "IDK" They want me to architect Rome, in a day Juice knew I was greatness when he looked at me Right away, I've made platinum records that'll never see the light of day This is what the whole world's been waiting for The crowd's jumping, going dumb till they break the floor Come take a walk inside my mind, come and take a tour I'm really not playing, what the fuck you take me for? Easy, easy Pull out your heart to make the being alone Easy, easy Pull out your heart to make the being alone Easy Easy Easy Easy
Writer(s): Gerald Gillum, Ryan Lott, Dakarai Gwitira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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