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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tash Sultana
Performer
Jerome Farah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Farah
Composer
Taj Hendrix (Tash) Sultana
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taj Hendrix (Tash) Sultana
Producer
Dann Hume
Mixing Engineer
Richard Stolz
Recording Engineer
Andrei Eremin
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I've been waiting for my time to appear to me
And tell the secrets of the willow tree
I heard your future rustles in the breeze
And carries rumors like the birds and the bees
And does it really put your mind at ease
To step back at the fact that you're standing here
Where you've always dreamed?
[Verse 2]
And I had this vision before
When everybody comes a-knocking to my door
Took a moment to gather their senses
Clean the bullshit smeared right across their lenses
Blinded by the big, big lights and the talk, so cheap
One time lucky at the top, but the fall is steep
Hand built the pyramid, one by one
While you flew first class into the sun
[Verse 3]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Where there's smoke, there's fire
Take me up just a little bit higher
Hot damn, try to rip off your plans
Win a free ride back to Neverland
Oh man, see, I don't understand
But I can feel the rain peeling pain from my hands
Open up the floodgates and let it pour in
Kill the ego 'cause you're never gonna win
[Verse 4]
I've been waiting way too long
Checking my watch like, "Is this thing on?"
Did my time and I paid my dues
I mean, y'all ain't tryna walk a day in my shoes
I'ma get what I been asking for
Quitting won't even make the last resort
I mean, I be reaching for the stars, ain't no astronaut
It's Romey Rome and homie Tash, of course
[Verse 5]
(Ay) And I had this vision before
When everybody comes a-knocking to my door
Took a moment to gather their senses
Clean the bullshit smeared right across their lenses
Blinded by the big, big lights and the talk, so cheap
One time lucky at the top, but the fall is steep
Hand built the pyramid one by one
While you flew first class into the sun
[Verse 6]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Where there's smoke, there's fire
Take me up just a little bit higher
Hot damn, try to rip off your plans
Win a free ride back to Neverland
Oh man, see, I don't understand
But I can feel the rain peeling pain from my hands
Open up the floodgates and let it pour in
Kill the ego 'cause you're never gonna win
Written by: Jerome Farah, Taj Hendrix (Tash) Sultana