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Lyrics, Vocals, Mixing, and Mastering: Wolfgang Tatum
Music Production: Epik The Dawn (epikbeats.net/)
Director of Photography: Phillip Jackson (www.phillipjacksondp.com/)
Video Editor: Theo Cowen (theocowen.com/)
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LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
Driving with my dog, flying through Wichita
In a rental, less stable than a boogie board
Trying to know my worth like a Jeter rookie card
Book up in the car make me wanna squabble with my pa
At a pit stop, cross country, hem and haw
Not an option, out apartment and a job
Friend lost next day, had to get up off
Kitchen floor, miss you bro, partner had to set the pause
Meds cost triple, cash could be gone
Missed session jumping timezones, and she still hit the charge
Reschedule? Disregard
No hate, I self-aim my vitriol
But mama checking for me, wanna get involved
And the homie try to hype me when I get a call
Remind me that when Wolfie be the underdog
Really I’ma cook ‘em all, better watch the bookie’s jaw
[HOOK]
but what do i know?
what do i know?
what do i know?
what do i know?
i know, i wanna catch my grip
i know i am almost spent
i know just a little more is ‘bout to make me lose my shit
[Verse 2]
Doing what I can do
Herculean eating and to shampoo
Some get it, others tell me get a handle
Wanna put a bullet in my brain, they ‘gon think it’s just a bad mood
‘Stead I’ll put some ink in my skin, get a tattoo
Spidey sense remind me be vigilant, pass through
World on a swivel, take your food half chewed
If you let it, gray space turn black, blues
Mad bruised, out my soup bowl, without spoons
Can’t afford treatment now, do my best, scrounge tools
Can’t afford being down, bills coming ‘round, fool
“Can I live?” mind buzzing like a ground loop
But my cousin let me crash, so I found food
And when they out the house, spit and let the sound boom
Then I finish, go to sit and watch the clouds move
Maybe nimbus gonna sprinkle a profound truth
[HOOK]
‘cause what do i know?
what do i know?
what do i know?
what do i know?
i know, i wanna catch my grip
i know i am almost spent
i know just a little more is ‘bout to make me lose my shit
[VERSE 3]
Know revolvers looking sexy
Dangerous waters with how small my self-respect be
I ain’t got no commas, and on paper, no scholar
I know my ego is slain, and I ain’t taken a blotter
l feel the weight of a dollar, my life a waste and a bother
When I awaken, I’m caught up in being anxious, the thought of
Being a vagrant in proper has got me vacant, macabre
Or not, often think a loaded chamber’s only thing in the hopper
Breathe…see I’m spiraling
I see the floor, it’s spinning ‘cause I’m wilding
I see my tats, see my hand, see the irony
Feel my stomach, guess that I should try to eat
Feel my jeans and my tee, feel a dire need
Hear the wind, wheels spin, bird varieties
Smell death while teen spirit try to creep
Close enough to taste, got some Cobain inside of me
[HOOK]
that’s what i know
that’s what i know
that’s what i know
that’s what i know