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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
Emile Martinez
Trumpet
Jose Rios
Electric Guitar
Julian Le
String Instrument
Kelsey Gonzalez
Bass Guitar
Ron Avant
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Paak Anderson
Songwriter
Ron Avant
Songwriter
Shafiq Husayn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anderson .Paak
Producer
Christian Plata
Mixing Engineer
Jared Hirshland
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
A bird with the word came to me
The sweetness of a honeycomb tree
And now I look what's taking over me
Couldn't fake it if I wanted to
I had to wake up just to make it through
I got my patience and I'm making do
I learned my lessons from the ancient roots
I choose to follow what the greatest do
A bird with the word came to me
The sweetness of a honeycomb tree
And now I look what's taking over me
Couldn't fake it if I wanted to
I had to wake up just to make it through
I got my patience and I'm making do
I learned my lessons from the ancient roots
I choose to follow what the greatest do
I'm repping for the longest cycle, mmm
My uncles had to pay the cost, mmm
My sister used to sing to Whitney, mmm
My mama caught the gambling bug, mmm
We came up in a lonely castle, mmm
My papa was behind them bars, mmm
We never had to want for nothing, mmm
Said all we ever need is love, mmm
We see the same things
We sing the same songs
We feel the same grief
Bleed the same blood
You grew up in the home beside me
I always had a friend to call
How could I make it here without you? Mmm
I pray I leave before you're gone
A bird with a word came to me
The sweetness of a honeycomb tree
And now I look, what's taking over me
Couldn't fake it if I wanted to
I had to wake up, just to make it through
I got my patience and I'm making do
I learned my lessons from the ancient roots
I choose to follow what the greatest do
A bird with the word came to me
The sweetness of a honeycomb tree
And now my luck was taking over me
Couldn't fake it if I wanted to
I had to wake up just to make it through
I got my patience and I'm making do
I learned my lessons from the ancient roots
I choose to follow what the greatest do
Hey, my little youth is crying
I'm almost home, almost home
Look no further riots, mmm
Working my fingers to the bone
See I do the best I can, mmm
Mama was a farmer, mmm
Papa was a goner, mmm
Writer(s): Brandon Paak Anderson, Ron Avant, Emile Andres Martinez, Shafiq Abdul Husayn
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