Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrell Bird
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyrell Bird
Engineer
Lyrics
I've just been tryin' my best not to be selfish
Thus, when I'm done, I'm Don, all I've known
Giving kisses like mwah, give you death like a Corleone
Not in da' mind, dawg, I'm ending the cycle
I been outside though, feeling the price, low
Living in cycles, pleasure da' pain, we fly low
Living in sky though, we jumpin' in cycles
Running from life lows, this for the psychos
If you came to heal 'da evil,
They come too, one-two
The punishment punish you
Up, under you, left right
I step in between yo' bite
To smother you, jaw clicked
Ah shit, ozempic pain,
I meditate, step in 'da brain, mind
Am I high yet? with the center
I integrate, you hesitate, slippin' oh-
(What the fu...?)
What? We were the same?
Neva' again, neva' a friend to me, dawg
I been outside though, feeling the price, low
Living in cycles, pleasure da' pain, we fly low
Living in sky though, we jumpin' in cycles
Running from life lows, this for the psychos
When you wit' ya' self
The space is important, don't listen
What you doin' right now?
What you feelin' right now?
What you thinkin' right now?
Bet you hate this, pipe down
Tell me that I'm not the greatest
Put pen to paper, use formal hatred
Not a savior, so delegate it
don't you hesitate it
Anger spillin' into your self
Like venomous energy
The presence freeze like ice
How much for da' Ego?
How much would you let go?
Can you even handle?
The rhythm, the pattern of enemies?
Could you be friend to me?
Don't you pretend to me
I'ma wake the villain I'm tellin', I'm tellin',
And I am a killer... guy, I'ma mellow time
When I rhyme, da' connect is da' mind
I center eyes to energize
Da' self that's sittin' behind da' mind
To find true self
I've just been tryin' my best not to be selfish
Thus, when I'm done, I'm Don, all I've known
Giving kisses like mwah, give you death like a Corleone
Not in da' mind, dawg, I'm ending the cycle
I been outside though, feeling the price, low
Living in cycles, pleasure da' pain, we fly low
Living in sky though, we jumpin' in cycles
Running from life lows, this for the psychos
Written by: Tyrell Bird