Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raymond Ramirez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Ramirez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raymond Ramirez
Producer
Lyrics
I think I'm runnin' out of time
I think that I'm finally losin' my mind
'Cause I can't stop sittin' here doin' these lines
My mama said, "Boy, you must be out your mind," yeah
I see you in here on your grind, but
You only get older and time don't go backwards
So what jobs? What you should go find, yeah
But mom, my anxiety's finally gettin' better
And she said, "That's fine, but
I can't have you here just takin' up space like your dad did back when you was nine," yeah
But mom, please just give me some time
I swear to God, we gon' be fine
I swear to God, one day I'll buy you a car and myself the best house I can find
I swear to God, I'll prove 'em wrong
I know you believe in me, so I'll prove you right
Just don't ever forget that I'll never give up even though this ain't what you like, yeah
But there's nothin' else for me out there
I'll make it or I'm goin' down there
The cloud that hung over my head, it done ran out of rain and now it put a round there
I swear to God, I cannot stop and I'll never be finished
Until this whole goddamn city diminish
Until I stand up and say that I made it
And tell my mom I have a reason for livin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And mom, see, I know that this tongue's on your mind, yeah
You seem to forget about mine, yeah
I'll admit I don't wanna talk about them, I'd rather look at pictures of Violet
But mom, I just need to confide and
Say what's here up on my mind and
Tell you 'bout all of the shit that's been goin' on
Please, can you just give me five, yeah?
Startin' out, the girl I love is back here and I think she gon' stay in my life, yeah
It's hard 'cause I love her so much, but it's rough at the moment, I can't make her mine, yeah
And plus, I'm in love with her mindset
It's crazy 'cause she's doin' so much better than me, like, how the hell did I find that?
Yeah
And Johnny's been downin' these bottles again
And I don't think that I can stop him again
'Cause every time he go out partyin', sayin' he's done, he find beer and then start up again
And mom, now I feel like a loser
This girl, I cannot ever lose her
And John, find a bottle and choose her
And I don't know just what to do
But there's nothin' else with me out there
I'll make it or I'm goin' down there
The clouds that hung over my head, it done ran out of rain and now it put a round there
I swear to God, I cannot stop and I'll never be finished
Until this whole goddamn city diminish
Until I stand up and say that I made it and tell my mom I have a reason for livin'
There's nothin' else with me out there
I'll make it or I'm goin' down there
The clouds that hung over my head, it done ran out of rain and now it put a round there
I swear to God, I cannot stop and I'll never be finished
Until this whole goddamn city diminish
Until I stand up and say that I made it and tell my mom I have a reason for livin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Raymond Ramirez