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Clean Up
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Clean Up was released on October 8, 2013 by Fool's Gold Records as a part of the album Old
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AlbumOld
Release DateOctober 8, 2013
LabelFool's Gold Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Band
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Sewell
Daniel Sewell
Songwriter
Paul White
Paul White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul White
Paul White
Producer
Scott Stallone
Scott Stallone
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(I start to wonder)
(The time, it ticks slowly)
(No matter how much I do)
(No matter)
The thoughts are cloudy
In the marijuana sky but it started rainin' Molly
It got me feelin' sorry while I'm feelin' on myself
'Cause I don't know this bitch name
But I'm feelin' on her breast
I know it ain't right
But in this state, I don't care
A whole week done went past
I ain't gone nowhere
Hotel rooms crushin' pills and menus
Daughter sendin' me messages
Sayin', "Daddy, I miss you"
But in this condition, I don't think she need to see me
Ain't slept in four days and I'm smellin' like seaweed
Problems in my past haunt my future and the present
Escapin' from reality got me missin' my blessin's
Sent a couple G's but that make it no better
And now I got habits that ain't gettin' no better
And it ain't that easy tryin' to get it all together
Been stressed for so long
Think depression done set in
(I start to wonder)
It's time for me to clean it up
(To clean it up)
I came too far to fuck it up like
(To fuck it up like)
(I start to wonder)
It's time for me to clean it up
(To clean it up)
I came too far to fuck it up like
(To fuck it up like)
Pops left mom when I was only eighteen
So rightfully, that means I had to be the man of things
And by twenty-eight, mom was damn near homeless
And now I'm thirty-one, she 'bout to fuckin' cop her own shit
Triple beam dreams brought me nothin' but nightmares
Thought that I was helpin' but the system don't fight fair
Cases had me locked up
Momma always wrote me
Pops my only visit
They the only ones that love me
That's why it feel bad
Poppin' Givenchy tags
Knowin' that this tee could feed my nephew for a week
For material, I'm weak
Actin' like I don't care
I spend it all on clothes then somethin' is wrong there
I sent my mom some G's but that makes it no better
'Cause now I got habits that ain't gettin' no better
And it ain't that easy tryin' get it all together
I been stressed for so long
Think depression done set in
(I start to wonder)
It's time for me to clean it up
(To clean it up)
I came too far to fuck it up like
(To fuck it up like)
(I start to wonder)
It's time for me to clean it up
(To clean it up)
I came too far to fuck it up like
(To fuck it up like)
(I start to wonder)
(I've got to praise Your Spirit my God)
Written by: Daniel Sewell, Paul White
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