Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Solange
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Vocals
The-Dream
Vocals
Moses Sumney
Vocals
Tweet
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raphael Saadiq
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Dylan Wiggins
Songwriter
Dave Longstreth
Songwriter
Solange Knowles
Songwriter
Solange
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solange
Executive Producer
Raphael Saadiq
Executive Producer
Dave Longstreth
Producer
SIR DYLAN
Producer
Mikaelin 'Blue' BlueSpruce
Mixing Engineer
Nino Villanuova
Recording Engineer
Steve Rusch
Recording Engineer
Bobby Campbell
Recording Engineer
Hotay Alexander Jan
Recording Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Ken Oriole
Recording Engineer
Jake Aron
Recording Engineer
Thayod Ausar
Recording Engineer
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer
Gloria Kaba
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Producer
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Troy Johnson
Producer
Lyrics
You got the light, count it all joy
You got the right to be mad
But when you carry it alone, you find it only getting in the way
They say you gotta let it go
Now tell 'em why you mad son
'Cause doing it all ain't enough
'Cause everyone all in my cup
'Cause such and such still owe me bucks
So I got the right to get bucked
But I try not to let it build up
I'm too high, I'm too better, too much
So I let it go, let it go, let it go
I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?"
"Why you can't just face it?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
"Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
"Why you always talking shit, always be complaining?"
"Why you always gotta be, why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love, baby?
Yeah, but I, got a lot to be mad about
Got a lot to be a man about
Got a lot to pop a Xan about
I used to rock hand-me-downs, and now I rock standing crowds
But it's hard when you only
Got fans around and no fam around
And if they are, then their hands are out
And they pointing fingers
When I wear this fucking burden on my back like a motherfucking cap and gown
Then I walk up in the bank, pants sagging down
And I laugh at frowns, what they mad about?
'Cause here come this motherfucker with this mass account
That didn't wear cap and gown
Are you mad 'cause the judge ain't give me more time?
And when I attempted suicide, I didn't die
I remember how mad I was on that day
Man, you gotta let it go before it get up in the way
Let it go, let it go
I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?"
"Why you can't just face it?"
"Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad)
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love go?
Where'd your love, baby?
I ran into this girl, I said, "I'm tired of explaining"
Man, this shit is draining
But I'm not really allowed to be mad
Writer(s): Raphael Saadiq, Dwayne Carter, Solange Knowles, David Donnell Longstreth, Troy Johnson, Dylan Wiggins
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