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NF - LAYERS (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NF
NF
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NF
NF
Composer
Tommee Profitt
Tommee Profitt
Songwriter
Cole Walowac
Cole Walowac
Composer
Nate Feuerstein
Nate Feuerstein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NF
NF
Producer
Tommee Profitt
Tommee Profitt
Producer
Saint X
Saint X
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah (ayy) I got layers to me I got plans, I got goals, I got tricks up my sleeve I got calls, I got deals, I got people to meet I got drive, I got soul, I got everything (ayy) I got scars, I got heart, I got family to feed (woah) I got people mad, I ain't who they want me to be (ayy) I got people I don't know tellin' me what I need (ayy) Yeah, I got loved ones sayin' that they prayin' for me I'm thankful for the prayers, I need more of those Put my hands together, bow my head and thank the Lord for (ayy) Everything He's done, yeah, ain't none of us immortal So while I'm still alive, I got so much to look forward to Addicted to the craft (woah), got no time to chat (woah) This a lil' somethin' to hold 'em over for what's next (woah) Even when I guess (woah), I get it correct (woah) Question my work ethic, that's a question you don't ask (no, no, no, ayy) Yeah, don't ever question if I hustle, work a double Drop a bomb on me, I climb right out the rubble, not a struggle Tossin' me under the bus'll get you muzzled Pop your bubble (pop) Throw your compliments right out the window (ayy) So unique with this I can flip the script and change the schedule, you'd still think that it Happened how it should've, keep it subtle, bunch of geniuses Put they heads together, try to huddle up, but still they sit Confused about how I learned to juggle (ayy) Toss around some concepts 'til I pick one Usually, I don't alter my traditions Foreign to me, hit 'em with the switch up I just had to get this out my system Been a handful, even with a mouth full of hand soap I still say what I want to Getting past? No Better chance beatin' Usain Bolt in my sandals To be candid, that's like puttin' minivans in NASCAR With a grandma in the driver seat with her hands up Show goes on even after the show's over To get past me, you would have to kill me (kill me, kill me, kill me) Ayy (kill me, kill me, kill me) Tossin' what you want aside for longevity, ain't meant to be If it causes everything to collapse and affects your heart heavily What's worth it and what's not? What's certain and which side would the coin flip to and land on? When you guess wrong, do you stand up or stand down? Even with a man down, I man up Well-rounded, held out for the right outlet Nine houses couldn't make me feel home, childish Me left see the outcome every ounce of my childhood Played a role in how I wound up with an outlook so crowded No knowledge, couldn't see through the piles of my problems Still piled up, past tense, man, I wish it was, but I've come So far so quickly In it for the long haul, it's routine Only thing I'm cool with losing is losing sleep And it's only cool with me If it means I get to watch my dreams Come true if I kept it brief Still you think it was a long story Recording half of the things I think would Take six years, prepare, 'cause the chance that you asked for Might show up at your door one night like, "I'm here" Gonna let me in or just stare? It's clear, yeah, six ain't enough That wouldn't come close to the content between my ears My layers have got layers My layers have got layers
Writer(s): Nathan John Feuerstein, Cole Edward Walowac, Tommee Profitt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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