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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Douglas Knott
Brandon Douglas Knott
Songwriter
David Horton
David Horton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Douglas Knott
Brandon Douglas Knott
Recording Engineer
Doctor Alien
Doctor Alien
Producer
Bao Pham
Bao Pham
Mixing Engineer
Bryant Ayinde Wiggins
Bryant Ayinde Wiggins
Producer

Lyrics

As of lately I ain't been the same Since my last trip I think it changed my brain I was in a maze between joy and pain My spinal drip I think it left a stain And I'm back at it Changing views and now I'm in the attic And I've been an attic For the game mane I just maintain I'm picture perfect stepping out the frame I bowl a perfect game My mind is racing My tongue is chasing Behind my thoughts And visions As it leaves my mouth And I track it out I leave the stu and hit that rendezvous This not no regular degular Fuck up ya regular schedule Programmed by media revenue See what them people been telling you I got alotta problems press the reset Holla at my momma tell her ion have no regrets I've been making plays I treat the studio like recess Hit it wit a reflex Keep it where you sleep at nigga I been mighty quiet I've been tryin hard to hide it Iím excited I been getting better guidance If I die somebody prolly start a riot I can not abide by blindness I silenced all the silence Try to deal with all the force I ignore who not support In a race with what I want And all the shit I had before And of course, all the others on the course Keep support Thatís a shout out to my source I've been killing on the court swish Switch Switch Switch I'm switching my job and my grind I concentrate deep in my mind For things I can't find The things that hide Road to success I enjoy the ride Enjoy the ride We the realest niggas in the function I gotta thank the Lord that I'm not you Not you I flow up on the beat like a monsoon Then I turn the beat to a war wound Sweep under the rug Before a nigga gotta jump the broom I age like fine wine mixed with cheddar I got word play for 27 fucking letters I'm balling in the stands and your shit is on a tether You can't trust these niggas They change with the weather
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