Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kwame Adu
Kwame Adu
Performer
My Favorite Color
My Favorite Color
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Adu-Mensah
Brandon Adu-Mensah
Lyrics
Anthony Willis
Anthony Willis
Composer
Aric Watson II
Aric Watson II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aric Watson II
Aric Watson II
Producer

Lyrics

I was much more concerned with a fit than a brick you know
it’s all about access
And I seen
The future
And truth be told
This can’t be the future we asked for
Got a passport I’m might hit Shibuya, bro just sold a Lakers hachimura
In a band but it’s really my family
That my **** that’s also my Kuya
I’m not Frieza my brodies are Cooler
Born a soldier and raised as a student
**** worried I’m fucking they broad
But I get it if Stringer could do it
Had a crush on this girl in Columbia
Hit my cousin I just asked what’s up with her
Maybe I should just move to DC
I know Ts and Es and Oromos
In the Brick they got Granny on M Block
In the Bridge we was staying in LT
You know right by store that they shot up
I was supposed to just get me some groceries
And I still ain’t cope with the changes
And I still ain’t cope with the changes
And I still ain’t cope with the changes
**** be worried I’m fucking they broad but honestly I think I’m asexual now
Switching my style
I feel like I ain’t feel shit in awhile
There’s something bout
Not giving fuck’s about
What y’all give a fuck about
**** don’t call me underground
That's where my brother’s at !
Sometimes I wanna just dig up the dirt
Feel like these bad bitches making me worst
I know some **** who don’t go to church
They the same **** that prey on the hurt
They the same **** that pray for the work
Ok my **** I’m saying too much
It’s all a game I be playing too much
Let these hoes tell it
Give a fuck how y’all feel , my mom retired but she still got bills
Shit ain’t been since my grandma died, now i just get it how she lived
Everybody know me now , I’m the hothead **** that don’t got no chill
Nah fuck yall ****
Yall ‘Ont know me yall follow my twitter
So much I ‘Ont remember
Yea it’s all a blur
I was on one that year
I was so gone that year
Looked everywhere I ain’t have no one that year
Now I’m still tryna be famous
So I can keep on getting faded
Shit just keeps on changing
And I still ain’t cope with them changes
I see you really feeling the style
We all know this ain’t rigmarole
We needed this we got lowered morale
Vices filling the hole
Devices they done made outta gold
And don’t forget the blood of a child
The guilt really sits in my soul but
I got a new reason to smile
Your life like Dylan and Cole
My tears might fill up the Nile
We all just playing a role
I don’t mind taking a bow
He didn’t mind letting it fire
He Just wants to see where it’d go
But I think he already knows
And he’s learning how to cope
And I’m learning how to cope
And I’m learning how to cope
And I’m learning how to cope
And I’m learning how to cope
And I’m learning how to cope
Written by: Anthony Willis, Brandon Adu-Mensah
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