Written & Performed By: Solomon Vaughn
Produced By: Boonie Mayfield
Lyrics:
(1st Verse)
You want me on the same sh*t I spilled "Koolaid" on
Tell me what debts I had billed you paid on
With that safe 9-to-5 job you stayed on
Paid off the laptop you hide behind to hate online
And just sit there and wait on reactions to comments
To rain on a parade that I made on mine
Feeling validated?
Judging my self-worth 'cause yours ain't calibrated?
Then, Bitch go ahead debate on
No wonder I'm relating more to those I used to hate on
"When I began to doubt transitioning to standing out"
'So Far Gone' from fake sh*t to 'Take Care' of your needs
Your point of view got no dough for the proceeds
But donated hatred free from compassion
For those who take actions you don't take make shit happen
(2nd Verse)
I'm at Guitar Center
Shaking the hands of a fan
Being introduced to his friend like I'm the man with a plan
Yet, he don't understand why I'm looking so defeated
Trying to sell my Rhodes for cash 'cause I need it
For moving out of state, can't believe it
He said, "I hate to dig, but I thought you made it big,"
"Why leave it?"
I told him, "Ain't no money in the bank for being known."
He said, "I understand. I'ma leave you alone"
And walked off, stopped a moment, then came back
A little choked up, like I was when Tip & Phife broke up
He said, "You know what?"
"It just hurts so much
To see an inspiration leave town beat down"
So many lives you affected
Just know that you're loved and respected"
(3rd Verse)
You don't know the half
Why I'm always trying to get a laugh
I probably need it more than you do
'Cause all I do is doubt shit
I need an outlet
I can't just listen to the music like I used to
'Cause being a producer means you choose to
Sacrifice the bliss of not knowing what a song's got going
Think about it.