a street ballad about betrayal. i programmed a Rhodes piano on the unreleased original, but this version is set to a guitar.
lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Grave digger of the rich so I guess I'm a spade
Platinum chains on rapper all I see is a slave
Confessionals start flowing from inside of the booth
Move bowels on beat breaks 'cause these niggas is food
They'll rock a "miss you" tee and I don't pity them fools
Y'all listen 2 wack artists, y'all like playing with stool
The shits sad, now I gotta make u a tomb
A lil lad, your whole image formed in my womb
I put the sole in your step, even taught u 2 dress
Niggas my sons, I'm passing the maternity test
Formula shortage, watch 'em all reach for the breast
Pat ya back, now u ate, time 2 put u 2 rest
Fifteen minutes came and went, now the clock says umpteenth
Know I shine bright nigga, put on your sunscreen
Ovaltine tan rocking Timbs at the beach
Roger Linn when I box, giving niggas the beats
I traveled all alone, barefooted through the ghetto roads
I keep it low key, then I play them white keys on the ghetto Rhodes
At times it's hard 2 breathe but
I'm never on my knees in these ghetto roads
Mercy me, play the ghetto Rhodes
U sold your soul 2 Europeans, it ain't helping u heal
No king feeling untitled nigga, how does it feel
Can't say u on timing when your shit sound late
I know I'm enby but I promise my priorities straight
I got that ageless flow, all I spit is retinol
Waiting on your dope shit, all I hear is fentanyl
Look inside the mirror your reflection is me
Rent free inside your head, never showed me a lease
Swung a knife, left a scar u shoulda finished the job
Fredo u broke my heart, now I'm dimming your star
Must've forgot I'm the angel God banished from heaven
Flow wicked, robbing angels for their halos in heaven
No matter your income, there's a price 2 be paid
So book your therapy start burning your sage
I don't pray I raise hell 'til my mind's at peace
Wash 'em up, air it out, it's just a cycle 2 me
And still
I traveled all alone, barefooted through the ghetto roads
I keep it low key, then I play them white keys on the ghetto Rhodes
At times it's hard 2 breathe but
I'm never on my knees in these ghetto roads
Mercy me, play the ghetto Rhodes
So low, so low, so low
So low, so low, so low
So
(Heh)
credits
from My Tender Xperience,
released October 13, 2023
Written, Arranged, Produced and Performed by Rhamier Balagoon
a generational talent. dazzling chords and notes that burst with flavor. mastering simplicity. grappling with depth. i'm here for all of it. Rhamier Balagoon