Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WESTSIDE BOOGIE
WESTSIDE BOOGIE
Vocals
Erik Brooks
Erik Brooks
Vocals
Alexandria Simone Griffin
Alexandria Simone Griffin
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Brooks
Erik Brooks
Songwriter
Alexandria Simone Griffin
Alexandria Simone Griffin
Songwriter
A. Dixson
A. Dixson
Songwriter
Wyatt Coleman
Wyatt Coleman
Songwriter
Kayla Bryant
Kayla Bryant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyldfyer
Wyldfyer
Producer
Dart
Dart
Recording Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Bro, shit Shit crazy Alright Yo Promise I'll be alright I've been placing my value off relevance in your life Promise I'll be okay, tell me that I'll be straight Honestly, this been feeling like some shit that I can't shake I need power to be present Teach me how to stop deflecting every time you show affection See, my ego breaks in pieces every time I stand corrected Hate I gotta bump my head to fully understand the lesson Part of my progression is knowing I should forgive you Got this blanket full of lies to cover up how much I miss you Running from my issues, don't give me your praises Just want you to know that even heroes still need saving So tell me who gon' save me, that's why I'm always saying Promise I'll be alright 'Cause I've been placing value off relevance in your life Tell me I'll be okay, tell me that I'll be straight Honestly, this been feeling like some shit that I can't shake SMH, fuck I don't know why you keep shaking your head If anything, I should be the one shaking my head because It ain't no way you still a bitch ass nigga, and you be in therapy Turn it up a little in my headphones Yeah, turn it down a little bit Yeah, yeah Pray for my niggas Look at my dog, his rhythm off 'cause he hesitating Calm as can be, just know it's all in the preparation My text messages full of bitches that's SMHing Remember days I was making hate up for motivation Got reservations, he treat his fame like a prison, I know That nigga capping, he want his name to be bigger, I know Now he a pack and he just a strain in some shit that I smoke Rappers and bitches I know, do I fuck with them? I don't You know the quote, it go "Do-the-most, extra'd out niggas make me anxious Smoke an ounce before I head it out, niggas make me-" Hold on, let me put this blunt out real quick, let me get right Keisha, roll another blunt - yo-yo, check-check My power come from the highest You gon' be biased and bias need realignment I'm tired, these niggas lying like I ain't the one that's told them I been up, I been back, I been down, I been flat I been jacked, no that's cap, never that, bet it back You better-mm! Nigga act like we don't see him Nigga think he gon' get pussy 'cause he bragging 'bout his demons Look at bro tryna distract us from the fact that he just tweaking I can't let you get no pass, I'm on your ass, I gotta bleed him Gotta, check check, dog, why you hesitating? Calm as can be, just know it's all in the preparation Calm as - man fuck, fuck this shit
Writer(s): Wyatt E. L. Coleman, Anthony Tremaine Dixson, Darius Scott Dixson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out