Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Reidell
Steve Reidell
Songwriter
Clinton Sandifer
Clinton Sandifer
Songwriter

Lyrics

Not a lot of color out here
Never water round us but we can still drown here
Can't believe I'm still down here
Don't tell me baby that I'm down here
I'll just pray
I'll just wait
He'll send help my way
I'll just wait while they prey on me
Grave filled with faith
Baby at the bottom you can find me
Silver lining baby cannot find it
Came here digging for a bigger diamond
Ain't no lacking too much don't remind me
Too much trauma it ain't worth rewinding
Time is longer call it anaconda
I might end the drama
Roll in pack because I know we hunting
Skewing us up like we in Benihana
Come in directions I call it contra
You cum in directions that's kama sutra
No reason for leaving the harbor the boat and no water
No leaving the cut without shooter
Got blood under cuticles
I'm sick of just moving through cubicles
While y'all just praying to crucifix
Watching my back with my candle lit
Need some direction can't handle it
Short on my string like a mandolin
Stepping outside is like gambling
Rolling snake eyes on the corner
My soles have been stuck to the bottom
I'm hoping you call me a martyr
I used to be feeling immortal
I used to be feeling immortal
Written by: Clinton Sandifer, Steve Reidell
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