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Description
Mixing Engineer: Noah Glassman
Mastering Engineer: John Greenham
Producer: Hit-Boy
Composer Lyricist: Samara Henderson
Composer Lyricist: Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr.
Lyrics and translation
Original
All right, yeah.
I'm at rehearsal, we working new shows to bring to sale.
My mind's a mess, always rushing, I'm always late as hell. New money, new musicians move up as we excel.
I get a call, it's collect, I know it's prison cell.
I already answered, it's too late to turn back. Most times I let them calls ring with no feelings attached.
He always call me at the worst times, and shit get awkward, always talk like it's the first time. I guess his situation just make me uncomfortable.
Young and dopey-eyed Rudy Huxtable, empathic, combustible.
I know who he is, example of a good man. I know that black build them walls 'cause it's in high demand.
He probably need a pick me up to know just where the band at, what shows I got coming up, interviews and the hat. I know he calling for some good news.
I double tap decline.
I rather set it to snooze, give him blues, and hear that clink, clink, clink like convict. Clink, a clink, clink.
I heard that clink, clink, clink like convict.
I heard a clink, clink. Yeah, clink, clink, clink like convict. Clink, a clink, clink.
I heard that clink, clink, clink like convict.
I heard a clink, clink. Yeah. We gather 'round the table, first year of being stable.
Break bread that we deserve, that I would spend to truly earn.
I must admit, was never firm in my belief, religious or more distinct, so I pray these moments, take gratitude over grief. Pay homage to the steps that delivered us to a feast.
Where the auntie glasses at? Man, put y'all drinks up.
We got bottles, come around, this ain't no cheap stuff. It was only a few that believed when I was new.
Weren't the closest, but oftentimes I still think of you.
How them calls dried up and eventually ain't come through.
Hope you know my regret in letting comfort cloud my view. I don't know where you be at or if you gon' be back.
Just know you got a place, I made this one just for you.
Sending my love, hope you strong and you getting home soon. With glasses raised, finished toast, started getting the blues.
I heard that clink, clink, clink like convict. Clink, a clink, clink.
I heard that clink, clink, clink like convict. I heard a clink, clink. Yeah.
Oh.