album cover
When I'm Small
Hip-Hop/Rap
When I'm Small was released on June 24, 2026 by Broken Dreamers as a part of the album When I'm Small - Single
album cover
Release DateJune 24, 2026
LabelBroken Dreamers
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sean D'lo
Sean D'lo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Braysean Dillard
Braysean Dillard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean D'lo
Sean D'lo
Producer
Prin$e Alexander
Prin$e Alexander
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

That's the lifestyle baby
Screaming welcome to my
Mother fucking lifestyle baby
Unh
And that's my life now baby
Cold sweats filled with chills
Every night now baby
Ahh
That's the lifestyle baby
Screaming welcome to my
Mother fucking lifestyle baby
Unh
And that's my life now baby
Cold sweats filled with chills
Every night now baby
Ahh
My life is something like a spectacle
Spectacular vessel for sorrow
Tragedy festival
Doctor thinks I'm crazy
Prescribing a **** lexapro
That shit got me drowsy
I'm sleeping like I'm a vegetable
I'm special too
Or at least
That's what I thought I knew
Hypnotic refrains that I'm lacing
In every track I do
Kinda getting harder
To think and move like I used to move
This medication numbing my brain
So that flow state comes few
And very far between
Like this record
Know what I mean
I'm just trying to keep it real
Divulge every last part of me
But when I'm small
I have a real tendency
Just to fall
And I just stumble go hurdling
To a place I can't recall
Part of the reason why
I gave up drinking
No alcohol
I seen a side of myself
I don't want to be involved
And all my homies try to push me
I know that they mean no harm
But every now and then I'm numb
Made a couple marks on my arm
I'm needing love
(Show me love)
(Who's got your hand on the button now)
There's a ticking time
For my sane mind
I'm feeling like Andrew Garfield
Towards the finish line
Tick tick boom
The world'll be ending soon
I'll fuck around go away
And I'll see you like next June
I'm stuck in a metamorphosis
Leaking from all my orifices
Tryna patch up these wounds
Medication made me not give a shit
Feeling like I could die
And nobody would even cry
But I'm knowing that that's a lie
I'm just battling father time
Wondering who am I
Arm chair piloting my
Own existence
I'm stuck in a rut
I need to pivot
Being met with resistance
And heavy doses of friction
Undoubtedly think I might be happier
Going missing
Trying to do my thing
And talk the way how you know me to
I keep on saying
"Sheezy, you gotta stay true to you"
What goes around comes around
Like a hula hoop
So dig your feet down in the soil
**** take your fucking root
(Show me love)
(Who's got your hand on the button now)
(I'd rather die)
(I'd rather die)
(Than to be with you)
That's the lifestyle baby
Screaming welcome to my
Mother fucking lifestyle baby
Unh
(That's the lifestyle)
And that's my life now baby
Cold sweats filled with chills
Every night now baby
Ahh
(That's the lifestyle)
That's the lifestyle baby
Screaming welcome to my
Mother fucking lifestyle baby
Unh
(That's the lifestyle)
And that's my life now baby
Cold sweats filled with chills
Every night now baby
Ahh
(That's the lifestyle)
That's the lifestyle baby
Screaming welcome to my
Mother fucking lifestyle baby
Unh
(Welcome to the lifestyle baby)
And that's my life now baby
Cold sweats filled with chills
Every night now baby
Ahh
(Every night now baby)
That's the lifestyle baby
Screaming welcome to my
Mother fucking lifestyle baby
Unh
(Welcome to the lifestyle baby)
And that's my life now baby
Cold sweats filled with chills
Every night now baby
Ahh
(Every night now baby)
(Show me love)
(Who's got your hand on the button now)
(Is it under control)
(Is it under control)
(Show me love)
(Is it under control)
(Who's got your hand on the button now)
Black mass
I'm staring at something crazy
And very intimidating
Yet slightly intoxicating
Sedating
I'm meditating
Trying to find peace
But lately
It's hard
Too many stimuli
Blocking my mental training
Oh well
I'll try again
With the expectation to fail
Yet still hoping for something better
mechanisms in their selves
You see if I expect the worst
And I come out with something better
Than it'll feel even better
Than falling short of my measures
Keep going
I hear from a far
Stuck in a loop of
Self loathing
And trying to meet the bar
Losing the common parts
And struggling with your art
And then you look in the mirror
And you saw who you are
So, Lo, what you gon' do
Become every single thing
You were supposed to do
And prove every single thing
You were supposed to prove
Or blow your chance
Falling victim to the thoughts of gloom
(Manifesting every dream)
(Manifesting every dream)
(Making million dollar schemes)
(Making million dollar schemes)
(Falling victim to these things)
(Falling victim to these things)
(This pressure is killing me)
(This pressure is killing me)
(Manifesting every dream)
(Manifesting every dream)
(Making million dollar schemes)
(Making million dollar schemes)
(Falling victim to these things)
(Falling victim to these things)
(This pressure is killing me)
(This pressure is killing me)
Written by: Braysean Dillard
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...