Released on June 18, 2021

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[Verse 1: Kojaque]

Used to think that I couldn't rap with an accent

Did my best tryna mask it

Had my hope in a casket

Young flame, tryna light up the masses

My buddy'd gas me up like

"Drop this, it's a classic," but

My look was wrong, my voice sucked

My image was seen from someone else's vision

Guess that's why I was too blind to see it

Or make decisions

That's always the case when you don't trust your inner wisdom

First time I smoked was so I could rap about it

To be honest I didn't feel it, the fuck was so appealing

'Bout passin' out in a couch, my stomach teaming with doubt?

Like I'd ever make a name as some white rhyming Fenian

No pot to piss in, pleading on deaf ears

My buddy P'd listen, we drifted over the years

Used to whip the van 'round park with a gram in hand

Rap something up in the passenger

Would've had 'em in tears like

"Okay, so what you waitin' on?"

He had the six-disk switcher, I was the favourite song

I burned the first tape for 'em, he wrote the label on

"Remember me when ya make it"

He made me play it for 'em

Back to back, roll up each night

Skinnin' spliff, scheme how we gonna leave this life

I mean shit, "You gonna make it on the TV, right?"

Well, that sounds so good, let me hear that twice


[Chorus: Maverick Sabre & Koqaque]

Said, it sounds so good, let me hear it

Said, it sounds so good, let me hear it

Said, it sounds so good, let me hear it

Said, it sounds so good, let me hear it


[Verse 2: Kojaque]

He left a few voice notes I couldn't get back to

I left 'em hang the whole summer, I guess I'm that dude

I tried his old phone number, I musta messed up something

I rang about six times before I got through

Start reminiscing, he told me how he was feeling

Side of the train tracks, sayin' he's thinking of leaving

Tellin' me he's not loving the kinda shit that he's thinking

Said there's too much on his plate for him to fucking deal with

Told me, "Why the fuck'd I get stuck with this shit?

There's worse dudes than me and they're all making it big

Jesus ain't returnin' my calls, I'm fuckin sick

Of livin' life by the book, I'd be better a convict

Better off in a cell or better off sellin' rock

Or better off in a rocket that I'm not planning to stop

Better the penitentiary's keeping me on lock

'Cause nothing's worse than being imprisoned by these thoughts

A prisoner of this life, my warden's my fuckin' psyche

Keep me locked up with the evil shit that's inside me

Outwardly I act with the utmost of propriety

And still I fuckin' feel like a menace to the society

What the fuck am I doing? Feel my arteries pumpin'

I can't hear myself think with the sound of my heart thumpin'

Stood at the train tracks, really thinkin' of jumpin'

What the fuck is wrong with me?"

I told 'em, "Nothing"

"Fuck is wrong with me, man?"

Not a damn thing

Let it breathe


[Verse 3: Kojaque]

That seemed to ease the tension

Told 'em, focus on your negatives you lose sight of your blessings

Wouldn't believe the time I wasted second-guessing

Musta changed this line eight times, get the message?

I've seen too many fall victim the same fate

Nobody extends the hand till it's too late

Next your shaking hands with the family at the wake

Just 'cause nobody told us that we don't have to be ok

Don't have to do your best

Don't have to hit expectations

Spending your time furious

Waiting on your patience

Trying to keep going when you don't have motivation

You can catch a lift with me, depression's my main station


[Interlude: Koqague]

Let it breathe


[Verse 4: Kojaque]

I won't forget we were dead broke

Living life by the shekel

Did your best to have my bad side hide and remain Jekyll

Used to make sure that I knew I wouldn't be heckled

When I stood up to spit, you had my back from the get go

I won't forget about that gold on my wrist

Tellin' you for weeks, all the talk of making it big

That Rolex complex wasn't making me tick

I wanted something more subtle, you told me that was sick

Presented me with a gift and I hear it beep on the hour

Cold gold wrapping my wrist in divine power

I think about that shit when my train's leaving its tower

I think about that shit when my watch beeps in the shower

Man, I hope you play this shit in your ear and sleep tight

Hope you find hope in these lines on dark nights

Used to get pissed, this watch beeping at night

Now it sounds so good, let me hear that twice

Said, it sounds so good let me hear it

Yeah I used to get pissed that this watch beeping at night

Now it sounds so good, let me hear that twice