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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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Songwriter
Thiago de Souza
Thiago de Souza
Songwriter
Ben McGibboney
Ben McGibboney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Rhoro Iyeke
Rhoro Iyeke
Producer
Halberd
Halberd
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, they ask "how I've been?", I've been survivin' Had all my time spent, on asking "why if?" They ask if I've picked, a fuckin' side yet? I'm just like I guess, I'm just like I guess No silver linin', I cannot find it I guess I'm blind shit, I need my eyes checked It's just a mindset, until my dying breath I'm just like I guess, I'm just like I guess (Ey-yo) I guess I got shit to do, I mean I don't wanna but I live it through, I mean What is this life? Where's the menu board? I called the customer support, where's the troubleshoot? (Ey-yo) all these instructions unclear I'm back to square one, how the fuck am I here? Had another idea, downed another five beers Then it all went to shit, now I'm stuck in my feels Funny how it all works out but when it doesn't It's like when you don't work out and try to run, shit In my lungs shit with exhaustion I'm puff, puffin' It hasn't even been a mile I ain't done nothin' We still in it for the long haul marathon From juice boxes to the thone parenions I'm a boss pass it on let 'em know 'fore I'm gone Or shit I guess you could just go with what you want (yeah) They ask "how I've been?", I've been survivin' Had all my time spent, on asking "why if?" They ask if I've picked, a fuckin' side yet? I'm just like I guess, I'm just like I guess No silver linin', I cannot find it I guess I'm blind shit, I need my eyes checked It's just a mindset, until my dying breath I'm just like I guess, I'm just like I guess I'm like I guess, matter of fact I got a point to prove Call yourself the king but your a bum like who appointed you? Opening for folks and doing shows to disappointed you I guess its just I'm saying it to every mirror I ever used It comes together like it's cookies and juice I just don't mix like toothpaste and orange pulp I'm running on empty hope and dying dreams I guess I gotta find my purpose in infinite things I'm on a mission now So just get with it, be a witness though these rhymes I'm spitting Never were fictitious simply vicious when I graze the mic Life is all but cake but I know that is just a fake Because it seems like everybody but me can take on so many fights I guess I'm not worth nothing I guess I'm just a fluke I guess I don't know anything I guess you're guessing too I guess this guess is natural I guess I'm outta tune I guess I'm tired of guessing I hope that you are too "How I've been?" I've been survivin' Had all my time spent on asking "why if?" They ask if I've picked, a fuckin' side yet? I'm just like I guess, I'm just like I guess No silver linin', I cannot find it I guess I'm blind shit, I need my eyes checked It's just a mindset, until my dying breath I'm just like I guess, I'm just like I guess And I guess
Writer(s): Thiago De Souza, Ben James Mcgibboney, Elias Getahoun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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