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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Layton Greene
Layton Greene
Vocals
Golden A. Styles
Golden A. Styles
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Layton Greene
Layton Greene
Songwriter
Golden A. Styles
Golden A. Styles
Songwriter
Shaffer Smith
Shaffer Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Thomas "Tillie" Man
Mixing Engineer
Isaac "Soundsfromikey" Copeland
Isaac "Soundsfromikey" Copeland
Engineer
Golden A. Styles
Golden A. Styles
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mama getting high up in the kitchen
Daddy wasn't there, yeah, he was missing
Nobody was there to even listen
I kept all my problems and kept my feelings hidden, yeah
Now put the blame on me
I put the blame on me, yeah
I put the blame on me
[Verse 2]
Only 10 years old, I'm already numb, yeah, my heart's getting cold
Saw my mama getting weak, it hurt me to my soul
The only man she loved, how could she do this to his girl?
He put that pistol to her head, I swear he coulda shot her dead
Man, that liquor made him evil
I swear, that man ain't had no reason
That shit just turned him to a demon, yeah
[Verse 3]
Fast forward a couple years, I done turned 12
Living life one hell to the next hell
I got cousins touching me inappropriately and don't nobody believe me when I tell
When you learn that your heroes ain't no one to look up to
And the same people hurtin' you, tellin' you they love you
Before too long, you start believing
That maybe you're the reason, yeah
[Verse 4]
Mama getting high up in the kitchen
Daddy wasn't there, yeah, he was missing
Nobody was there to even listen
I kept all my problems and kept my feelings hidden, yeah
Now put the blame on me
I put the blame on me, yeah
I put the blame on me
[Verse 5]
Age 14, left East St. Louis
New drama, but I really ain't new to it
Hear 'em laughing at lunchtime and I'm the joke
Black and white, but too black for the white folks
I can't do nothing 'bout my face, feeling all out of place
Over something I can't control
Fuck is wrong with these people?
Or is there something wrong with me though? Yeah
[Verse 6]
Age 16, life's still mean
Mama fell hard, needed rescuing
She got a new man, he told her simply
She could stay with him, long as she don't bring me
I guess she had to make a choice, did what she had to do
Chose him over her own kid
I don't know what would make her do this
Might it be been something I did?
[Verse 7]
Mama getting high up in the kitchen (Aye)
Daddy wasn't there, yeah, he was missing (Aye)
Nobody was there to even listen (Yeah, yeah)
I kept all my problems and kept my feelings hidden, yeah
Now put the blame on me
I put the blame on me, yeah
I put the blame on me
[Verse 8]
I was homeless 'til I turned 18
Started living with a man I was dating
Last thing on my mind was graduating
All about survival and money making
I would sing to escape my reality
Just tryna play the cards God dealt me
Posted myself singing a song 'cause it was on my heart
When it went viral, I was working at Walmart (Hey!)
I got a new start
Taking my pain, turning it into art
Turning bad times into hot songs
For the first time, I'm where I belong (Hey)
[Verse 9]
20 now, making moves, making money now
Rainy days, hella sunny now
But every now and then I think about
[Verse 10]
Mama getting high up in the kitchen (Aye)
Daddy wasn't there, yeah, he was missing (Aye)
Nobody was there to even listen (Yeah, yeah)
I kept all my problems and kept my feelings hidden, yeah
Now put the blame on me
I put the blame on me, yeah
I put the blame on me
Written by: Golden A. Styles, Layton Greene, Shaffer Smith
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