CLUB MUNGO | RAMBUCHAI

RAMBUCHAI

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY GRANDPA SWEATS & $LUGG

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED AT NED & ALEX'S CRIB, SOUTH OGDEN, UTAH, DARIAN'S CRIB, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, & MEECH'S CRIB, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY GRANDPA SWEATS & $LUGG AT DARIAN'S CRIB, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, & MEECH'S CRIB, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

Said what it do, little bitch, I'm stoked

Ain't got shit but jokes

Even fingers frozen

Pen still writes these woes

Pride worn like cologne

Heart on sleeve, I hold

My head up high like oh

Do re mi

It feels like

I'm always living easy

Catch a n**** in his sweats 90% the time you see me

I'm like Cena every time y'all shit don't please me

Keep me out your drama, cause I'm tryna keep it breezy

I'm floating through the wind

Every little win

Gets me closer to that finish

Humble beginnings

Until I reach that pinnacle

Minding my own business, it's pitiful

If I catch you tryna get up in it

It's non-dismissible, I'll be like

But I always hit like huh

Ask my bitch if I'm the one

I'ma tap these breaks a little, I am in no rush

Put that flavor to my lips, that shit is bussin'

We been at the top and there is no room for discussions

The credits rolling now, that shit done took us a whole summer

It's nothing

Feeling 100, I need to check up on my skills

I was enjoying the lake days we taking

Mistaking my lungs for some gills

Back in the basement, the feeling is changing

The pacing just doesn't feel real

Don't feel real, I bet this gold on my chest glisten the sun for real

I am too far gone, don't misplace me, bout to prove your ass so wrong

Meet me at the farm

Check up on your dawgs

I keep shit one-hun

Radars empty, got no room for competition

Let's begin, wake up and I hit the snooze

It's 5am, gotta work to make a band

To pay my rent, I still make less than my rent

I can attest, why it cost me more to move

What should I do, borrow money from a friend

But what's the use, everything I do's a lose

Like what's a win, miss the days when it was simple in the van

When I was ten

Shouldn't take my sanity to show we run the season huh

Three attempts I guess everything is for a reason huh

It's 5am

5am

Two times two times two times two

Everyday a reprise up until noon

Two times screen time, two less me time

Two by my side, two times price wise

Tryna move the right way, tryna get up out this bitch

Why you double cup the pups, fornicating cause they thick

Gotta double up the funds, duplicate it like a glitch

Outta work out all the trouble cause it's worth it in the end

I been insecure, I might freak out

Whole lot of world I'm tryna see now

Panic if I do, panic if I don't

Dreaming of the jewels, time to up the count

I ain't even mad, I just peace out

Baby hella bad, baby evil

I been hella good even when I'm down

Wonder where I'm at when I'm not around

I'm stressed out, couldn't care less now

I'm stressed out, Boutta put my best out

I'm stressed out, I'm stressed out

Bitch I'm stressed out, better than the rest

I'm stressed out, no contest

I'm stressed out, I'm stressed out