Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
SUMiT
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vincent Rovezzi
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
TrakkSounds
Produzent:in
Kurt Beeten
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
I’m up in the morning
I’m up in the mirror
Reminding myself I ain’t shit at all
Compared to the guys that have did it all
Aware in your mind I don’t fit at all
That’s fair and that’s fine I don’t care I don’t mind, I don’t dare to embarrass you big or small, but
Y’all don’t want lyrics to get involved
I swear it’ll fall if I hit a wall
You pulled up the floor boards
Answered the call, so I’m here to record Lord
You’re pointing me more toward my goals to the point ima point at the scoreboard
That boy’s in his own league
Nobody join in, avoiding the home team
I loitered where dope fiends go down the toilet, so my only choice was to OD
Clean habits
Wreak havoc while you’re rehabbing
Weak patterns when it’s me rapping
Is a scene that I’ve never seen happen
I’m a freak accident, freeze traffic like police badges, but it’s me snapping
Saying break a leg but you’re knee-capping
I just shake my head and I keep laughing
I'ma prove you right, man
I’ma prove you right….
If you believe in me
If you're counting on me
I won't let you down
I'll prove you right
I’m up in the morning
I’m up in the mirror
But y’all never caught it or saw it as clear that
They’re underperforming and swore I’m inferior
Somebody warn ‘em
Ain’t nothing as scary as me coming toward ‘em I’m storming the area
Causing hysteria
Here to record it, my
Feet are in Jordan like bordering Syria
Don’t got no fear and I’m sharing the shortage
Daring you
Preparing for a war, it’s all fair and afforded
Airing you
Your lyrics deported
I cornered your homelands
Been in your vicinity
My pen is a chimney
Giving me no chance
Of quitting, we smoke plants
Then piss on an enemy
If we had no fans
I’d stick to the programs
And critics’d be sick of me
Letting these jokes land
I’ll spit on a grown man
You gotta be kidding me
Women need romance
You won’t see me hold hands
I don’t do this timidly
Bitches be choke slammed
Revenge is a slow dance
That goes to infinity
And Ima prove you right
Then in the ending we win and I prove you right
Right?
Then in the ending we win and I prove you right
From the beginning, they saw me just lose in life
But now in the ending, we win and I prove you righ
Alright
Alright
I'll prove you right
Written by: Vincent Rovezzi