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Description
From the very first seconds, you get the feeling that this is not just a track, but a conversation taken straight from a chat or a kitchen table after midnight. Chaotic, honest, with that very intonation when the truth bursts out in bits and pieces: we fall, we argue, we fight, but we still live. And what you hear is not a complaint, but acceptance - “yes, that's how it is, so what now”.
There is an ironic heaviness in the rhythm: as if the world around us is spinning its news feed, where everyone already knows everything and teaches everyone else, while we ourselves drown in simple confessions - about quarrels, about falls, about the fact that life is sometimes just “life sometimes.” And behind this simple repetition lies power: as if this careless confession gives birth to a real soundtrack for the stubborn, those who will get up and move on anyway, even if they fall again.
Director: Jesse Boikins III
Creative Director: Jesse Boikins III
Producer: Jesse Boikins III, Quinn Feldman
Cinematographer: Quinn Feldman
First Assistant Director: Matthew Borek
Editor: Michael “Middie” Offori Atta
Colorist: Stephanie Park
Graphics: Sam Erickson
Lyrics and translation
Original
I don't know about you, but I go through things.
I don't know about you, but I fall a lot. I don't know about y'all, but we fight sometimes.
I don't know about y'all, but that's life sometimes.
Yeah, that's life sometimes. Then I be online, and it's not the same.
Seem like everybody coachin', niggas got the game already.
Y'all gotta be poachin', I can spot the same rhetoric everybody quotin'.
Niggas speak about the motion, niggas spots the same. Niggas speak with no emotion, niggas bots for real.
Got that put 'em in a box appeal. Watch niggas crumble when shit oxidize.
Ain't been outside, man, these niggas dead stock for real.
Uh, these niggas my opps for real.
Like to shout all the doubt, but be copping pleas. When the truth got a pot to fill, it get pissy.
Pull the wool over his eyes, the kid dizzy. Can't find a common thread, it get itchy.
When all you got is time on your hands, shit get wicked. Way I seen niggas transform, I went wiki.
Gotta be SSX, this shit tricky.
The big epiphany, ain't gotta take opinions with me. Most shit expected, second-handed, underhanded, nigga, what's the difference?
Collecting bags, niggas underbidding.
If you can't call a spade a spade, keep your fucking distance. 'Specially if it's business. How the paper get mismanaged?
We still Dunner-Bifflin.
They can't see it from my vantage point, they just gon' miss it. Who gon' fucking listen? Who gon' keep it honest? I'ma keep it vantage.
I'm in niggas' heads with easy bondage. Yellow bellies, we ain't seeing jaundice.
Can't stand beside 'em, tell 'em get behind us.
I don't know about you, but I. . .
I don't know about you, but I talk my shit.
I don't know about you, but I walk my shit. I don't know about y'all, but we go through things.
I don't know about y'all, but I fall a lot.
I don't know about y'all, but we fight sometimes. I don't know about y'all, but that's life sometimes.
Yeah, that's life sometimes. Then I be online, and it's not the same.