Top Songs By Erick the Architect
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Erick the Architect
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Thomas
Composer
Erick Elliott
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Thomas
Producer
Mike Robbins
Producer
Prashant Mistry
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Can we fit together? We been broken down, and any minute we can see the tide
Washing everything from Bouldercrest, it's only necessary if you see the signs
I don't see the signs, let me see what we can do (Please)
I done seen some **** stepping on they reputation just to get a boo (Geez)
This a reading, this is a future boosted navigation document, the cases boxing in my basement (Mmm-hmm)
Feel some type of way, I'm only built from what I'm made from, Momma was my day one (Mmm-hmm)
All these **** talk about, they get it, but they optimistic, put 'em in they feelings
It's apocalyptic when I skirt the civic
Though it its unexplained if I'm a man or menace
[Verse 2]
Can we fit together? We been broken down, and any minute they can steal the shine
Swapping everything I won't accept, feels like I'm only left to get up on the grind
I ain't with the back and forth, my **** pay they dues (Please)
I done seen some **** fronting on, they bigger homey, this I cant approve (Geez)
This a reading, this is a future boosted navigation document, the cases boxing in my basement (Mmm-hmm)
Move up out the way, I'm only built from what I'm made from, Momma was my day one (Mmm-hmm)
All these **** talk about, they get it when I'm locking in, you better warn your tenants
I'm about to chip in, I ain't talking tidbit
I'm a high percentage, so my money's in this
[Verse 3]
Aye, can we live together? We been broken, and any minute we can sever ties
I been on my own so long, I got some feelings building up I really can't describe
I aint with no sucka shit, I'm really making moves (Please)
Lotta **** hate me now, I don't know what to do, don't make me pick and choose
This a reading, this is a future boosted navigation document, the cases boxing in my basement (Mmm-hmm)
Feel some type of way, I'm only built from what I'm made from, Momma was my day one (Mmm-hmm)
All these **** talk about they get it, but I'm not convinced
I think that I'm the realest, I might force your hand to switch up on a witness
Get a couple bands, and I perform a finesse
Written by: Erick Elliott, Ian Thomas