Текст песни Craig - Krystal Metcalfe , theMIND

Woke up on the wrong side of 25
Darker shade of brown
Bills come more than good ideas
Lil' baby, won't let me live it down
Ain't no tutorials
On how this supposed to go, uh

Fight or flight, floods
I wish we could walk on water
Talk to your daughter
About how you and her momma use to share tender
Moments over Popeyes chicken tenders only on Tuesdays
During specials
But she's special
Keep running 'til karma catch ya

We was nothing 'til momma met ya
Just energy and stardust
Some of the movies they'd watch as kids
Are just memories starring us
Some twiddled they thumbs 'til fate finds them the right one
That's just the game they come from
Parallel that to your Xbox One
Or PS4 controller
They ain't getting better
You just getting over

Just getting for ya
Just getting over
Just getting, just getting, just getting over

You play (play) too much
You play too much
You play too much

Stayed up on the other side of midnight
Watching electric candles flicker
Before getting washed away by daylight
Even if the world turns quicker
I can't live no faster
I can't get no older
And still die young
I ain't 'bout to just roll over

How did we get this numb?
Maybe these cold winters did us in
Maybe the devil yelled finish him
I pray these bullets miss my kin
I seen kids in pools of blood that never learned to swim
Maybe we don't look like kids to them
Told my little brother it's stains of wet Cinnamon

Y'all still missing my sentiment
Hands wet cement
Heaven high and hell bent
Getting us out these predicaments
Breaking cycles, stream my shit on Tidal
Forbes count my pennies first
Give dollars to those who came up like you
Never claimed we cursed
I'm just saying, quit playing
'For we all get hurt

You, you, you, you, you
You play too much
You play too much
You play too much
You play too much