Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ray Drey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray Drey
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ralphh Mamuta
Producer
Lyrics
Look
Binge writing on the block
Hoodie in my crocs
See alotta wierd shit
Going around the clock
Lemme write it down
In my notepad
Give you a small dose
Of reality gone mad
Just for name tags
All for fake rags
And gucci bags
In store
Got me wondering
Ain't the people
Feigning for more
All I see is some printed paper
Got em praising the dooh
While the door is wide open
Ever calling them home
We got a world to explore
From the South to the pole
And East to west home is best
Watch the glory unfold
You wanna sideline the chest
And let the money infest
The journey you on
And keep wearing pride as a vest
Like you bulletproof
Well friend I gotta story to tell
Paul was in a cell
And Dan had been locked in a den
Joe was thrown down well
And God was the real shell
On the call still inviting
The real to keep fighting
Binge writing
Get em on the phone
Get em on the road
I keep
Pushing through the wall
Walking down the hall
I just
Get him on the phone
To get me on the road
I keep
Peeping through the hole
Hoping i get home
Get em on the phone
Get em on the road
I keep
Pushing through the wall
Walking down the hall
I just
Get him on the phone
To get me on the road
I keep
Peeping through the hole
Hoping i get home
Like
The sound bumping in ma headphones
Getting excited to what I'm writing
Gotta stay calm
Keeping my ego at rest
Feeling like I'm J cole
Gotta do it and supply the people what they came for
The real message in the passage
Overlap the fear
Leave the past and all its baggage
Change from within
With every step and you can manage
A better life
And better yet
Secure the package
To better chances
Better people in the fastlane
See where I'm headed
B is the word
You live it right it get attracted
I'm living proof of that
Spreading the truth to cap
Sowing what I reap now ma spirit adapt to that
My name all over the map
Giving my flowers to rap
You a gotta gift
It's your time to fill in the gaps
Time to rise from the ground
To what we fighting
Every minute counts in the sky
Binge writing
Listen
Get em on the phone
Get em on the road
I keep
Pushing through the wall
Walking down the hall
I just
Get him on the phone
To get me on the road
I keep
Peeping through the hole
Hoping i get home
Get em on the phone
Get em on the road
I keep
Pushing through the wall
Walking down the hall
I just
Get him on the phone
To get me on the road
I keep
Peeping through the hole
Hoping i get home
Listen
Get em on the phone
Get em on the road
I keep
Pushing through the wall
Walking down the hall
I just
Get him on the phone
To get me on the road
I keep
Peeping through the hole
Hoping i get home
Written by: Ray Drey