Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coleman Williams
Songwriter
Yohan Yemba
Songwriter
Lyrics
Kid, you got a lot of nerve
I get murked on a daily basis
Jesus cover my bases, I'ma respond
I got perks like heavenly service
Won't ignore Him, I'ma respond
Y'all actin' corny, you on the cob
Pick up the phone like you wanna job
God on the line and He wanna talk
God on the line and He wanna talk (Wanna talk)
I've been indecisive like "now I want my Evee back"
God fed the sparrows, I didn't ever feed me jack
I got me a trophy case buried in the very back
With my medals and my plaques, they ain't never do me jack
This is not a phase, This is not a phase
I just make dope doper
Even if you don't listen 'til it's over
No, it don't pay off to lose composure
I keep my space clear of cobras
She's in my t-shirt on my sofa
Making it hard to keep it kosher
I think a ring would give me closure
I think a ring would give me closure
Yeah, if it's for the sake of the plans I'll live with minimum bands
I ride a beat, no hands
Yeah, I ride a beat, no hands
If it's for the sake of survival
I'm cuttin' off all of my idols
I ride a beat, no hands
Yeah, I ride a beat
And they be like "how you so cold?"
I told you that I'm from the top of the globe, the tippity-top
They wanna throw but I got the peace on my toes, like bibbity bop
You see the top of the burg, you missing what's under the ice, under the throws
God is my judge, He's sees how I fashion my life, out of the cloak
Never gon' croak
Saw the forecast, tryna build me a boat
Cumulonimbus, better get a coat or you might get soaked
We've been in dungeons and dragons with creatures you ain't never seen
Story arc's a reactor that's why I'm shinin' like a beam
She sent a pic just to flex fashion
New tab, James Allen
Gold karats with the white satin We got Tokyo in our flight planning
No tellin' what might happen, guess life ain't about my plannin'
Y'all always say I got my head in the clouds but we ain't even on the same planet
Workin', I put the work in and wait for the credit
It's not about me but I always forget it
My heart is gon' lead me astray if I let it
Cooking this crack in the basement, I hide the diamonds in the attic
Do not believe in no magic
Everything shifted when I found out nothing in life is ever automatic
This is not a phase, this is not a phase
Written by: Coleman Riley Williams, Yohan Willow Yemba