[Intro: Sam Brodie]

Writing with a pen, this is August 1st

If the love works out, you might hear this verse

I was once told, the family comes first

And the wins come last, but it just don't work

Once the money came in, all the pain got worse

And it's not like I'm rich, or my phone number switched

But my brothers from the dirt, look at me like I'm him

When I'm still like them

[Verse 1: Sam Brodie]

Wonder when it all changed, is it the plaques on the wall

Is it all the gold chains that I'm gonna get

Compared to where I wanna go, this is nothing yet

Love it when they call me crazy, cause it must be true

I went gold before Kanye did, this is meant to be

I don't know if this is love when you're next to me

Then, into the chorus

[Chorus: Sam Brodie]

Swear to god, I'm still the same

Shed some blood for the game

Put my tears in these chords

Drums are crying, hear the pain

Hear the pain, through my voice

Cut the noise, I'm still the same

They won't, pray for me now

They won't, pray for me now

They won't pray

[Bridge: Sam Brodie]

Writing with a pen, this is August 1st

If the love works out, you might hear this verse

I was once told, that family comes first

And the wins come last, but it just don't work

Once some money came in, all the pain got worse

And it's not like I'm rich, or my phone number switched

But my brothers from the dirt, look at me like I'm him

When I'm still like them

[Voice Note 1: Charlie Aylesbury]

Yo, meant to say

Em, I listened to you

I took the leap and bought a mic

And an audio interface and

Fuck, I'm just gonna learn to sing man

[Verse 2: Sam Brodie]

I told them I was golden, I whip it like it's stolen

I think my heart is hollow, I think my heart is, think my heart is

Think my heart is hollow, I'm so gone

Used to whip it like it's stolen, still whip it like it's stolen, I

I told them I was golden, I whip it like it's stolen

I think my heart is hollow, I think my heart is, think my heart is

Think my heart is hollow, I'm so gone

Used to whip it like it's stolen, still whip it like it's stolen

I whip it like I stole it, I whip it like it's stolen, I

[Voice Note 2: Sam Brodie]

Nothing's clicking, nothing's, there's nothing coming out of me

There's no creativity, there's no essence or anything

From the universe, flowing through me, I am just a pillar

I'm just a vessel from the universe and nothing's coming through me

Right now, I might be the 30th best in the world at making samples

Or whatever metric you want to say, I might be a gold producer

I might be this or that or whatever, sometimes I wake up

And I can't do anything, I can't creatively fucking do anything

I'm a creative for a living, and it's not that I'm not pushing myself

It's not that I'm, not hard on myself, I am all those things

And that's why it hurts even more