I know you're scared leavin' this home But you're not that used to livin' alone You're not that used to speakin' your mind You're too used to waiting in line For others, that's okay, don't think about it Every second that you do, you dude, you don't doubt it Every minute that you let them win is time wasted Every hour you're not present, I'm sayin', I'm sayin', ah
Don't get too far in your own head when you shout We'll smile in front of all the things we used to worry about And I know it may not seem like it, but we figured out How to live on the run when your heart weighs a ton, yeah, yeah
I wrote a letter to my younger self I hope you read it when you don't feel well I hope this helps I hope this helps When things around you feel they can't get worse If you won't describe the pain and how it hurts I hope this helps I hope this helps (Yeah)
Feelin' down, keep your head up Depression got a hold of me and I don't wanna get up Got a hunger deep inside of me, and now I'm gettin' fed up I ain't talkin' 'bout the money, I don't need to get the bread up Talk about your pen game, talk about your passion Fuck all the pop shit, get back to rappin' I'm plugged from the internet, no, you don't need to tap in Don't post every time somethin' in your life happen Save up for the album, way better outcome Take all the time in the world and then some Focus on the writin' and the bars, fuck the income Fuck a filler line, shit been done (Sinatra) Now my mind state feelin' more 2014 But I'm way more polished, 2020 too clean Tracklist done, yeah, the tracklist done But I just might wait 'til 2021 'Cause I wanna love every single day with my son So the fans can wait if they know that it's great If I takin' my time and perfectin' the rhyme 'Cause this ain't that "Who can relate? ", it's a movement, it's fate Now my mind in a state, in a place it ain't been in a minute I saw that DeLorean and I hopped in it Boy, this is a passion I haven't felt in like forever Man, fuck it, whatever, I know I feel better I know that the music is better 'cause I'm finally under no pressure
I wrote a letter to my younger self I hope you read it when you don't feel well I hope this helps I hope this helps When things around you feel they can't get worse If you won't describe the pain and how it hurts I hope this helps I hope this helps
Don't get too far in your own head when you shout We'll smile in front of all the things we used to worry about And I know it may not seem like it, but we figured out How to live on the run when your heart weighs a ton, yeah, yeah
I wrote a letter to my younger self I hope you read it when you don't feel well I hope this helps I hope this helps When things around you feel they can't get worse If you won't describe the pain and how it hurts I hope this helps I hope this helps
Compositores: William Ernest Lobban Bean (Beat Locker), Robert Bryson Ii Hall (Sir Robert Bryson Ii Hall), Roget Chahayed, Mikael Marvin Temrowski (Quinn Xcii), Imad Roy El-amine (Imad El Amine) ECAD: Obra #26011862