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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Zoya
Zach Zoya
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel
Angel
Composer
Matthew Burnett
Matthew Burnett
Composer
Zacharie Morier
Zacharie Morier
Composer
Sirach Charles
Sirach Charles
Composer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Burnett
Matthew Burnett
Producer
Don Mills
Don Mills
Producer
Boi-1da
Boi-1da
Additional Producer
Jake Hyndman-Whittier
Jake Hyndman-Whittier
Mixing Engineer
Sébastien Blais Montpetit
Sébastien Blais Montpetit
Mixing Engineer
Richard Addison
Richard Addison
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Started treating weed like a medicine Can't be disrupted when I'm in my element Very few niggas that I'm not better than That's that narcissism ready to settle in Now that success is knocking at my door I fear the repercussions it might have on all my folks Used to dream of the day when everybody would see me Ironic enough but fame is not like you see on TV Nobody really know me but my girl or my mama It's better that way, keep my name out your drama I don't wanna feel like I'm giving too much away Privacy is a luxury in the present day I just wanna be happy, easier said than done Make the most out of life, you don't get another one Fuck her so good might make her a little one Fuck 'till I turn that ass into cinnabuns For now it's Pogo, Pizza Pockets on the dinner plate still Drink a lot of water trying to meditate still People from back home call me a renegade still I ran away for the better, yeah Every time I think of joy, I lose a little Tryna fill the void with substances Not gon' lie, the wait is unbearable Somebody told me patience, it all gon' pay I think of joy and I lose a little Tryna fill the void with substances Not gon' lie, the wait is unbearable Somebody told me patience, yeah Remember the days of 10.25 a hour Never forget when we made ten a hour I wonder what's gon' happen with money, fame and power I can already feel myself turning cold and sour Never had it tough, I'm well aware of that I'll never have enough, yeah, I'm aware of that If I keep chasing happiness, I'll never find it I think it's just a matter of where your head is at Niggas not worried about my sanity But I know my ego is my worst enemy It took me time to realize nobody knows what they're doing I really thought there was a recipe I look at you and you look like you got it figured out I look around me, nobody look like they live in doubt But everything changes when niggas open up It can get rough sometimes, yeah Every time I think of joy, I lose a little Tryna fill the void with substances Not gon' lie, the wait is unbearable Somebody told me patience, it all gon' pay I think of joy and I lose a little Tryna fill the void with substances Not gon' lie, the wait is unbearable Somebody told me patience, yeah Took a little while but I learnt my lesson Fucked without a rubber, ooh, she had me stressing Used to hold a .45, that was part of my dressing You come to my hood better know to check in I remember when she wouldn't even give it over Now I clap my hands and she running over Singing like a bird, now I got 'em guessing Jesus you the angel, better count my blessings
Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Sirach Tendai Charles, Milos Angelov, Matthew Raymond Burnett, Zacharie Morier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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