Lyrics: Randall Harris II
Music: Randall Harris II
Yo it's Steve man, I'm still waiting on those files you promised me, hit me back when you send 'em
Hey honey it's your auntie, did you forget you promised to come fix my computer, I'm waiting on you, call me
Yerrr, Ray man where is you at? I been texting you, calling you, we supposed to do that thing you promised
Look, I made a promise to mama that we'd see brighter days
And imma light the way
Weekend mornings waking up when Whitney vinyl play
Back then we would run the streets without no right of way
Bliss in ignorance when 12 is just a time of day
Tryna find our way
Got that X factor couldn’t do what Simon say
Looking at the next chapter like ain’t no time to play
Sand is falling and it’s got me feel some type of way
But still I’m hype to say they look at me like rich homie
I got friends and I got family that’s depending on me
Cause they see themselves in me when I be chasing dreams
'Til I give the family jobs then I’m chasing Steve
Me and Mike yeah, he the hype man they would pay to see
Add Bomani where we party it’s the place to be
At times I wonder if it led me to complacency
Took a minute but I see there’s no replacing me
Only vacancy
Got all these broken promises (got all these broken)
Got all these broken promises
Got all these broken promises (all these, all these, all)
Got all these broken promises
Yeah, I made a promise to Father that I would right my ways
That's in my wilder days
Remember wishing that I grew up couple miles a way
Ashamed to mention made me didn’t wanna smile on days
But this America, was stuck up in my childish ways
Like I don’t know no places where the sun don’t come and play
Like ain’t nobody from my district playing hunger games
Get up out it, dreamed about it in a hundred ways
Maybe I should run away, thought I’d end up in LA
Guess not, still driving my old whip
Still living at home got, issues with my old chick
Still living on the internet, I ain’t into that I just post it
Still toasting, still feeling so wealth less
Still feeling so helpless when the world spirals can’t help it
Still feeling so selfish cause I want mine can’t help it, so selfish but
I’m building Rome, it’s all a matter of timing
And what a time just know that pressure makes diamonds