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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kai Banks
Künstler:in
Simon Jefferson
Künstler:in
Nathan Nykor
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kai Banks
Texte
Makai Bankston
Texte
Joaquin Clunie
Komponist:in
LUPE NORTE
Komponist:in
Blake Sautner
Komponist:in
Simon Jefferson
Komponist:in
Nathan Nykor
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Joaquin Clunie
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LUPE NORTE
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Blake Sautner
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Lyrics
Where do I start?
It's a lonely road and imma walk alone
Until my knees combust
I never needed a crutch
Freezing up like I'm anemic or sum'
Cold world but the pressures on me
So I'm making diamonds
Feel like Nastradamus
Cause I'm representing
For the crew behind me
I do this s**t 4DaTribe
I gotta provide
They yelling out bless you
When I'm at the venue
They all well aware that the illest arrived
I do it with passion
Other n****s want a cheque to collect and they dashing
Just like some marijuana
Hit the gas, they seen the light within me so the roaches scattered
I peeped the patterns I won't seek revenge I'm on a different path my enemies combatting
Road to glory is a horror story paranormal sneakers couldn't walk it for me so my feet are crampin
Maybe I'm crazy
But maybe I'm right
Some people round me left my circle smaller so my radius is lookin hella tight, I can't spend the night
Or hang with you till 2 am
S**t changed n***a I'm a visionary
2020 I could see myself inside the future clearly
Mask off now I'm 19 and it's panning out just like the food preparing
F**k a wack song take the wax off I'm a hair away from being legendary
Where do I start
'Member back home we was down and out in that town house now I'm living large
Had humble beginnings
The struggle within me I hustle for millions
Do this for the art and you out of the picture so homie it's f**k your opinion, listen
Where do I start
'Member back home we was down and out in that town house now I'm living large
Had humble beginnings
The struggle within me I hustle for millions
Do this for the art and you out of the picture so homie it's f**k your opinion, listen
Shivers poking, furnace broken, kids are freezing, I swear moms couldn't believe it
Saint Nick would creep
And she was slaving through the rain
Dear mom hope you know I kept the Christmas spirit, showed no fear
Even though I know she probably put some tears in the pillow till the stress ain't there I'm going hard this year
Sum to prove
Same time I got nothing to lose
Aside from my pride
But that's not on my mind I put that to the side
Till the day that I die
Imma pack out the seats in arenas for all of the times that I reached out to people to see me at one of my shows
And got a response in a week like
I'm sorry I missed it I'll be at the next one fosho
Don't
Where do I start
Member back home we was down and out in that town house now I'm living large
Had humble beginnings
The struggle within me I hustle for millions
Do this for the art and you out of the picture so homie it's f**k your opinion, listen
Writer(s): Blake Sautner, Lupe Norte
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