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Tropidelic (with The Palmer Squares) - "Humble" [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tropidelic
Tropidelic
Performer
The Palmer Squares
The Palmer Squares
Performer
Mikey Silas
Mikey Silas
Background Vocals
Ryan Tobbe
Ryan Tobbe
Background Vocals
Ronald Matthew Brands
Ronald Matthew Brands
Vocals
Seth Joseph Zamost
Seth Joseph Zamost
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Doug Rab
Doug Rab
Songwriter
Chris Dicola
Chris Dicola
Songwriter
Rex Larkman
Rex Larkman
Songwriter
James Begin
James Begin
Songwriter
Ronald Matthew Brands
Ronald Matthew Brands
Songwriter
Seth Joseph Zamost
Seth Joseph Zamost
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Kalb
Danny Kalb
Mastering Engineer
Brad Puette
Brad Puette
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I can't change my ways They always been the same Ending heavy-hearted and blue But on the stage the praise Is more than I can take Check my ego like I'm checking the news Stay humble Humble Humble Stay humble My gauge for fame Has turned down all the way I feel as I got nothing to prove But don't shame the game It's easier to play 'Cuz everybody's playing to lose Stay humble Humble Humble Stay humble New boot goofin' around Got a big mouth got a tooth with a crown Everybody dance, while I shoot at the ground Everybody with a body gotta move it around Sleep on me you gon' wake up screamin' A bad apple I came from Eden Hell boy I'm a straight-up demon A1 team erryday all season Hard hitter, dope bar spitter You rollin wit a Garcia Vega cigar splitter The arbiter we are bitter far quicker picker up Sippin' a cup a hard liquor This is not for the weak top-of-the-heap Game on lock just swallowed the key Follow your dreams Chicago to Cleveland Trop and the P squares rockin' the beat They say the meek shall inherit the Earth, but it's all dirt Right hand in the dark, while the left do the work Turn the other cheek? Well, I get it, but you first Man if I'm a hot dog, you must be the bratwurst Bleeding heart, I can see it through your shirt And damn you talk a lot for somebody who won't work I'm coming for the throne, consider it usurped When they asked If I rapped, I told 'em I'm well versed All the bottom feeders all shooting for top-dog And the compliments go straight to your head until it gets lopped off We in the trough eatin' slop, but I'm a boss hog Champagne pop off, Obama I drop bombs It's all subjective, but I'm better than your best is Something wasn't right so I left, that's ambidextrous Pound for pound I got the hell out, Brexit Continental rhymes, come and get your free breakfast Stay humble Humble Humble Stay humble
Writer(s): Robert Markouc, Matthew Andrle, James Begin, Christopher Dicola, Rex Larkman, David Paglisotti, Robert Carroll Schafer, Douglas Benson Rab, Ronald Matthew Brands, Seth Joseph Zamost Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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