Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kemba
Performer
Gabriel Herrera-Duran
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Jefferson
Composer
Chris Smith Jr.
Composer
Ivan Jackson
Composer
Luke Charbonneau
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Drake
Producer
Brasstracks
Producer
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You gon' need to grow up fast
Let my moms tell it
If you can't do it, no one can
Let the wrongs tell it
You just like the last guy, all ya'll fucked up
Let my ex tell it
And I just say I feel you, take a deep breath
I just exhale it
I just exhale it
[Verse 2]
I feel more pressure from my moms than from the blogs, yeah
I feel more pressure from my **** than my critics, uh
I might drop a gem and you can get it if you willing, but
Please don't spend it in one single sitting if you pick it up
Who's gon' save my soul?
Labels only got a pot of gold
Give the game, but leave a lot untold
Ain't no wizard when the plot unfold
Think I wouldn't body anybody
They was plenty might, eenie-miney-moe
Waited up for the messiah, oh
Like I was Shia LaBeouf, I seen a lot of O's
So it's back to square one, first steps, I was falling over
A **** got into a good school, but I passed it up for a four-leaf clover
I left a good-ass job alone, medicated, late registration
Mouth wired like Kanye, I ain't even seen my own graduation
All I had was a dream like Martin Gina
In my dream apartment, demons tryna G my walkman
Stephen Hawking, dream walking, ceiling hopping, Peter Parker
I didn't have my story written for me
Can I be the author just once?
[Verse 3]
And you gon' need to grow up fast
Let my moms tell it
If you can't do it, no one can
Let the wrongs tell it
You just like the last guy, all ya'll fucked up
Let my ex tell it
And I just say I feel you, take a deep breath
I just exhale it
(I just ex)
[Verse 4]
I just exhale
Found the exit in hell
My ex held on to her mama traits
Had to let the relationship sail
Sip well, D'usse in my double cup
Honey in it for the mic check
Vocals copped me a slight check
Grew, realized I was slight advanced
I always thought it was weird being around kids
Who ain't figured out life yet
Knew what I had to do since I was five years, stuck with it, then wifed it
I can't do this with you no more boo, 'kay?
You see these moves gon' put me on the screen like Blu-Ray
It's a simple thing you gotta understand
Pussy on my team, no Juanna Man
We used to rock hard, Nirvana, damn
It's that teen spirit (Teen spirit)
It got fucked up when you started growin' that green spirit
I tell you it ain't like that, you ain't hear it
So I inhale, clear it add Buterol, so you done gone
[Verse 5]
And you gon' need to grow up fast
Let my moms tell it
If you can't do it, no one can
Let the wrongs tell it
You just like the last guy, all ya'll fucked up
Let my ex tell it
And I just say I feel you, take a deep breath
I just exhale it
I just exhale it
Written by: Chet Catallo, Chris Smith Jr., Christopher Smith, Ivan Jackson, Ivan Rosenberg, Luke Charbonneau, Matthew Jefferson