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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
Vocals
Ravyn Lenae
Vocals
Eryn Allen Kane
Vocals
Thundercat
Bass
James Blake
Programming
monte booker
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Songwriter
Ravyn Lenae Washington
Songwriter
James Blake Litherland
Songwriter
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
Benjamin Tolbert
Songwriter
Edmund Sylvers
Songwriter
Leon Sylvers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Blake
Producer
monte booker
Co-Producer
Groove
Co-Producer
John Kadadu
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh
Tryna find a way to like, not overstep
But it's really just me, um
It's something I gotta, whatever
[Verse 2]
Uh
Look, pardon me but a part of me looking for more
Giving my heart, my art, my arteries, what do you want more?
Minority boy, Black, looking for joy
They snatch it, looking back, part I paint it for
But I'm tapped, I lapped tap water and tap dance
To tabernacles before the Lord, the pattern is no avoid
Not gon' avoid the words that come with a voice inside of my head
I'm sick of the noise
[Verse 3]
So be a bigger ****, put your finger on the trigger
As you looking at the mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip till your backbones slip
And no, them cracks don't give no black fuck 'bout y'all
Just your ass, your hips, your lips, my dick tip, my black balls
Dribbling, and dipping them in your jaws
Scribbling word rhymes, the crowd giving applause
But, in my spirit, I feel it that they don't hear me at all
[Verse 4]
****, my ****, look at the bigger picture, we flawed, okay, cool
You picking up figures, ****, we proud, you pay dues
But now you got to do what you can and can't abuse your power
Let's come up with a plan and we pursue and devour
But don't get shit fucked up
I be in the forefront with the .45, don't front
Back then, right now, last week, next month
Backseat, shotgun door, I got one
[Verse 5]
Lonely, anger deep in your life
No matter what you say
No matter what you do, can't hide
This shit is trouble (Trouble)
I stand beside you
It'd be nice
Handle the battle
[Verse 6]
Yeah, pardon me but a part of me looking for more
Giving my heart, my art, my arteries, what do you want more?
Majority push packs, they unemployed
Part of your past traps and crack come in the stores, it's on
Boarded windows, chosen board rooms, and bored negroes
Nothing to do but war wounds and more vigils
Candle light mood, the more women
The more widows lookin' for food without a dude and four kidos
Fuck it, I'm sick as fuck and I told you motherfuckers no recovering
Kick it up and I'm coughing and spitting legitimate love like a drug loaded in the snuff
They look for information on who the plug on the black pipe
Black gloves, black night, Black baby girl, keep her wrapped tight
Give a brother a hug and not a slug (That's right)
Fear with trouble should come, we never crumble
That's why we've been down for life
[Verse 7]
Got a weird feeling the enemy's on the way
Give a little energy, anything motivates
Come around, namaste
Now you're down, don't be afraid
Just keep that fear locked out
Come feel the love, feel in love right now
Feel the love
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
[Verse 8]
Rain down
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
Feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love right now
Rain down
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
(Feel the love)
Come feel the love, feel the love right now
Gotta feel the love, gotta show the love
Gotta feel, gotta show the love
Gotta, gotta show, oh, show tonight
[Verse 9]
Until the ocean dries to dust
Just rest assure the sun will come
So close your eyes and ease your fear
Just let me whisper in your ear
Forever more (Forever more)
Ever more
Forever more
Written by: Ahmanti Booker, Benjamin Tolbert, Destin Route, Edmund Sylvers, Eryn Allen Kane, James Blake Litherland, Leon Sylvers III, Ravyn Lenae Washington