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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
Q-Tip
Vocals
Casey Benjamin
Keyboards
Chris Sholar
Guitar
Jarobi White
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Brandon Paak Anderson
Songwriter
Dexter Mills
Songwriter
Jarobi White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q-Tip
Producer
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer
Gloria Kaba
Assistant Engineer
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
A fix to the earth like my feet that got cleats on
Moving backwards never, that was never the plan
Pushing shit along, we're in the stillness in the quicksand
Asphalt jumpin', lyrical concrete
My Jetta might be moving me throughout the many dark streets
Backwoods, boondocks, whatever terrain
Auf Wiedersehen, aloha, man, our feet ain't the same
I won't abuse these shoes, these shoes ain't made for reversing
Trudging through these motherfuckers first album footprint
Never-ever ghostwritten, your shit free, bitten
Grab my shit with both hands, iron grip, steel mitten
Bloviated, Jarobi ate it, and now it's gone
Closed mouths don't get fed or move ahead
To my hustlers with customers
Amateurs are being petty, trap lords with the fetty
Don't be no backwards, no, no backward ass ****
Don't be no backwards, no, no backward ass ****
Don't be no backwards, no, don't do it, ****
[Verse 2]
I spun around without a care, when I stopped, I felt lost
I'm two hills from the top tier, I really want to be boss
I figured it out, I figured it out somewhere
Maybe the answer's not up there
Maybe it's on the ground somewhere
[Verse 3]
When I stopped, I felt lost
Do you ever feel lost?
They wanna see my downfall
Turn a good day into a downpour
Thorns in the crown and the cross I bear
Why they wanna see me hangin' like a towel somewhere?
One heart, two bills, three tears, a hard steal
How I'm feelin' in my mind right here
I think I'm moving, I ain't going nowhere, nowhere
Baby, I feel lost
How I'm 'pose to know how home feels? I ain't even on my home field
And again, I feel lost
Was not a cruise that brought us here
Again, I feel lost
And I refuse to be stuck right here
[Verse 4]
I don't want to move backwards, and no
Can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me
Can somebody just give me direction?
I don't want to move backwards, and no
Can somebody just give me, can somebody just give me
Can somebody just give me direction? (Can't go backwards)
I don't want to move backwards, and no
[Verse 5]
Moving backwards never, that was never the plan
Can I vent? I was content bein' my own man
Up until that night, ill-fated, walking home, I was faded
Cocos races on my wrist like he was clapping his hands
How demeaning y'all, who could be blind to racism?
Bring bro-bro to me for the brotherly baptism
Instead of slaps, give 'em the dose of ab wisdom
He'll make it out of the jungle some way
Hey, it's figurative, not a real place you stay
Aye, it's mind state filled with muck and malaise
Uh, I got direction without using Waze
Mm, submitted myself to praying these days, yeah
We walking backwards, it's only for stage
[Verse 6]
Fist climbing up, revive again
And everybody's hands in the air
Four-fives to get your ass 'round somewhere
Come between and jump in the spare
Say it loud with a different ring, make my **** listen
(Somebody just give me, somebody just give me, somebody just give me)
Cool out, chill out ****, I'm cool
Cool out ****, nah, **** I'm through
Head down, ain't no tellin' what you going through
(Somebody just give me, somebody just give me, somebody just give me directions)
(I don't want to move backwards, no)
[Verse 7]
Cops killing us **** everywhere
Maybe we should get some guns too
She come around everyone now and a few
Man, I hope she really loves you
Living high ain't hard to do
Should be in the clouds somewhere
Feeling fresh, I snatch your bitches out of here
Might even take your broad too
Oops, I'm 'bout to get kicked outta here
Tell mama I'ma slide through
Still I, I'm trying to make it out of here
But stuck up in the same room
Too many open mouths in here
Sick of eating at a drive-thru
Written by: Brandon Paak Anderson, Kamaal Fareed