Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
callmestevieray
callmestevieray
Rap
Wyatt Woodley
Wyatt Woodley
Vocals
Stevie Ray
Stevie Ray
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyatt Woodley
Wyatt Woodley
Songwriter
Stevie Ray
Stevie Ray
Songwriter
Zachary Burwell
Zachary Burwell
Songwriter
Peter Johnston
Peter Johnston
Songwriter
Harrison J Smith
Harrison J Smith
Songwriter
Troy Corriea Boyd
Troy Corriea Boyd
Songwriter
Alexandria Leosis
Alexandria Leosis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wyatt Woodley
Wyatt Woodley
Producer
Stevie Ray
Stevie Ray
Producer
Zachary Burwell
Zachary Burwell
Co-Producer
Harrison J Smith
Harrison J Smith
Co-Producer

Lyrics

It get hard for me to move my feet
When I'm not in a groove
When I'm not, when I'm not
And I start to lose my sleep
Think about all the variables
That I got, that I got
I'm so reluctant
Even though I got a full head of steam
I guess there's something, something
Bigger than me
It get hard for me to move my feet
When you stop breathing
The whole world watching
And they don't blink
And I get lost
In what they gon' think
And lose track of the man
That they came to see
I get loose sometimes
And I let you see
The truth about times
When it gets to me
Tryna make sure
They only see the best of me
Lose track of the rest of me
Now I'm sleeping
With two eyes open
Do you mind closing
That door behind you
Before I lose my focus
You find holes in my clothes sometimes
Ask me why I done smoke this out
And I told you lies
I can't take them back
Now I get scared
Of how you gon' react
Tryna slow down
But it happen fast
And I promise you that
It get hard for me to move my feet
When I'm not in a groove
When I'm not, when I'm not
And I start to lose my sleep
Think about all the variables
That I got, that I got
I'm so reluctant
Even though I got a full head of steam
I guess there's something, something
Bigger than me
So tell me what to do from here
I get stuck in the mud
And I lose the gear
The truth is
I'm usually used to fear
That's why I treat my feelings
Like souvenirs
I got little glass cases
I keep them in
On the shelf by the bed
That I'm sleeping in
And when the season's shifting
I lose my stride
I know where to find my pride
Do you mind holding that door wide open
When I'm stuck inside
Cause I get frozen
And time and time again
I can't find it
Looking for a spark
And I flip my lighter
But the flame got wet
And it's out of gas
Blowing smoke
To hide a cloud that passed
Off the deep end
I'm drowning fast
I promise you that
It get hard for me to move my feet
When I'm not in a groove
When I'm not, when I'm not
And I start to lose my sleep
Think about all the variables
That I got, that I got
I'm so reluctant
Even though I got a full head of steam
I guess there's something, something
Bigger than me
Written by: Alexandria Leosis, Harrison J Smith, Peter Johnston, Stevie Ray, Troy Corriea Boyd, Wyatt Woodley, Zachary Burwell
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