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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evidence
Evidence
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Taylor Perretta
Michael Taylor Perretta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evidence
Evidence
Producer
Philippe Weiss
Philippe Weiss
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Only way to do it is to send it
Only way to spend time is to spend it
If I don’t keep it moving in time you get suspended
Nowadays I wear them but back then when the shoe fit
I’d get offended of an image I was too protective
At any cost. I would defend it.
That’s a loss, but a due collected
I don’t floss, but I do respect it.
Nothing to see here
Until you raise the bet you don’t see them just to be clear
The only thing that would get me on a stage would be fear
Everything’s reversed like drums on Paul Revere.
I don’t play both sides to be fair
That’s a reach, life a beach? Where’s the beach chair?
I wish each one would teach theirs,
Unless it’s Al, I can’t guarantee there’s heat there
So I stay across the board and I don’t leave there
I don’t know much
Cause it’s the person that I’m
It goes beyond any rhyme in a verse when it’s your life,
There’s no rehearsing a line. You just live it more vivid
More search and you find
A shorter way for me to say one day at a time.
Take my mind off of glitches that been having me lag
And stopped overthinking and get back in my bag
Some overdo it to get respect from their peers
And showing off the shit that they collect through the years
Sometimes it’s like a jungle if you wonder you’re dead
I do the work then I stumble on bread
Every year every month have been covered by God
I say the words to the DAW with all I got in my heart.
I’m not an actor. I’m a rapper who ain’t playing a part.
I don’t know much
Written by: Michael Taylor Perretta
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