Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wesson Desir
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesson Desir
Composer
Daniel Cartisano
Composer
Harry Edwards
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Cartisano
Producer
Harry Edwards
Producer
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The fuck am I harboring feelings for?
My tongue is a sword or maybe a treaty for gears of war
I can't stand here and wait till the smoke clears
Death of my peers, and what for?
My struggle came with the blood like heirlooms
Do I gotta say much more?
You love me for what I do
The interest is in the ivory off the elephant in the room
What you flipping these tusk for?
Enough is enough, boy
[Verse 2]
Gotta hand it to you, do the most for a handout
That's where we differ, I do the most and I stand down
Well not the most, but just enough where they can't doubt
Who really real in this hands down
Aborting this spaceship on Bankhead
It's courtesy of SpaceX
Soon as y'all get it all together we'll land now
Worldwide shit-show
World leaders duck the Q and A when they shit show
Everything ain't what it cracked out to be, cue the wrist rolls
[Verse 3]
Just been stirring the pot
Life at 144p, it's been blurring a lot
Don't wanna bury another friend, rather bury my thoughts
They let Toyin take the fall, I ain't sleepin' a lot
I ain't sleeping at all
RIP to Virgoshawt, and a piece of our hearts
I been tryna piece it together since Kobe been gone
Truth is I gotta glare at God when I stare down the stars
Truth is there ain't no truth at all, ****, everyone lost
They just pretend to know
They just adjust to the judgement that they agenda wrote
I raise a fist at a function, shoutout to Candler Road
I pour a sip of that substance, I'm almost sick to my stomach
Swear I just feel like I'm running, so I get paranoid
I'm acting different, huh?
And you don't like the tone
Figured I'd switch it up
You hate what I've been on
You mean this side of me?
The one I never show
Yeah
[Verse 4]
Wait
You mean this side of me?
The one the world exposed
That one that'd hate to be a prophet on a pedestal
The one that ain't for going conscious, but I'll let 'em know
The one that ain't for painting pictures
Way too blatant for these ****
I'ma tell it like it is, since nobody won't
I hear the cap talk, I watch my fist balled
I'll be the bare knuckle crusher of the fifth wall
[Verse 5]
I'll take any risk, even if I gotta tear it down
I'm cocky with the grip, I let it rip right down the middle now
Gotta fin the middle ground
Fissures in the street to split the people
Pit us against each other like we pits
[Verse 6]
And we done let 07 Michael Vick in town
Severing my bonds with some the **** I grew up with
I don't live to smoke and sit around
Hoping they still make it out
Hunger chose a different route
But the fam on famine, I'll be damned
If they never see a M and end up missing out
My big brother, he can vouch
Stunt let me hit the couch
Wasn't memory foam, but my spirit left a print
So I'm convinced that something weighed me down
Ticking time bomb, before I flip I'm fucking counting down
[Verse 7]
Five, four, three, two
Wonder why my feelings is amiss, my heart done hollowed out
I done did my time in the abyss, that's why I'm different now
Turned me to a demon, catch my drift, the chargers kitted out
I'm getting lifted now
Defying physics now
I'm in your city now
But hardly there for long, I'm often in and out
What's all this shit about?
All this chosen talk, apostles picked me out
So fuck who tryna judge, they never knew my trials
Let the gavel slam, may the saga start
Apollo
Written by: Daniel Cartisano, Harry Edwards, Wesson Desir