More songs by Ceebo
Description
Producer, Co Mixer: afrosurrealist
Producer: toproducedit
Mastering Engineer, Co Mixer: RLST
Lyricist, Arranger: Funmi Ajewole
Lyricist: Jamelia Bogle
Lyrics and translation
Original
Three, two, one. He is God, not a man.
We won't lie 'cause he can.
He is God, not a man.
Never ashamed 'cause he's brave.
Uni girl, she's first year. Pop them pills to ease her tears.
Ain't got passion for much but loves high fashion, so season, season gear.
Came from peas, it ain't me much. Dad still left her mom for fun. Straight up hate how the closing up.
She claims escape through smoke and dust. Boarding school for half her life.
Congregates with the richer types. Sick at night, pushing it down.
She gives herself that shit advice. Dry your eyes, it'll be okay. Money takes all that pain one day.
She's on a train that goes one way, praying for easy death someday.
Leave me 'lone, knee deep in my zone, pray he takes me home.
When we roam, feel it in my soul, on a different road.
Ain't no time, rolling out my mind, need the wood and lime. Four for five, I just wanna rewind to a different time.
Riding a bird, it's his first.
Eighteen years, the same that he spent on the earth, cah he let his machine burst. Now someone's son in a hearse.
Got him a Xanco, barely rings though. Even though for his gang, he spun man's drum like Ringo.
Let's go back to the intro. This UK from a shit hole.
Tried belong so he fell in my batch, fell in a trap. Serving fellas and cats all day, all night.
Then he lost himself, he's a zombie, crazy fella and that.
He don't even know why he caught that M, why he butted that you, why he beefs those ends. Now all his nights come sleepless then.
As a slave to the block, will he meet his end?
Leave me 'lone, knee deep in my zone, pray he takes me home. When we roam, feel it in my soul, on a different road.
Ain't no time, rolling out my mind, need the wood and lime.
Four for five, I just wanna rewind to a different time.
Leave me 'lone, knee deep in my zone, pray he takes me home. When we roam, feel it in my soul, on a different road.
Ain't no time, rolling out my mind, need the wood and lime.
Four for five, I just wanna rewind to a different time. Down on my knees, I'm reasoning, and I ain't blaspheming.
But why would a God that loves me judge me 'cause I adapt to the shit he lead me in?
No, I ain't blaming, I'm just naming times I prayed and just tryna find my way.
In spite of the mess of my life, I asked for your guidance.
I didn't see signs of changing circumstance. I adapted to break the cage I was trapped in. Made by
Babylon, I had to sin to carry on or I would've been made carrion.
So feel just like my niggas with Ballys on, all trackied off, all stalking.
No guide and no guys to talk with. Whole life of both eyes distorted.
All because our start was as poor kids.
And I know that to live is to suffer, but seriously, God, I speak for my brothers. We would've took any life that's other than what we were given.
One so unforgiving made our hearts all stiffening.
Try survive, we're moving different. I see the truth so vivid.
You know my angle cah you've watched me from the days I was back on the blocks, see.
So if I tell a lie, then stop me, but my life televised, you would not see.
A yute that different from girls on drugs tryna fill up a void of love so numb, or a boy that tried to belong. Done some wrong and
I heard them words from a judge, but we're all just tryna adjust.
First of our kind, yet I make mistakes, it's true. That's what Blair babies do.
Benefit scams and baby food, that's what a nigga was made into. Serelactins and heavy hand tings.
Please don't be too heavy-handed when it's time to judge all of the mandem.
I hope that we came to an understanding. Understand? Under- under- hello?
Hello, hello, hello? He- hello? Yo, yo. Yo.