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Written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Wyatt Coleman
Written by Mick Jenkins
produced by  @versushimself

Official audio for "Glass of Water" featuring Mick Jenkins
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Glass of Water (feat. Mick Jenkins) (Prod. Versus)

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Lyrics:
(Verse 1 - reggie)
What if I what if I what if I told you 
I know everything there is about loving you 
She said what if I what if I what if I told ya 
You’ve gotta lot to learn and you got a lot to lose 
I said what do you what do you mean by that 
I keep you fed keep a check and keep a roof 
She said all that’s fine but there’s way more to me 
But everything you said is all you need for proof 

(Hook - reggie):
You think that you’ve done enough 
You think that your loves enough 
You think that you’ve done enough 

(Verse 2 - Jay Electronica):
You can taste the tears of Lot’s wife flowing out my tear ducts 
The sound of me not giving a fuck blowing out my earmuffs 
Love ain’t got nothing to do with it 
You could ask Ike that
The heart seem like the perfect place for you to stick a knife at
How come I gotta ask more times than you why is you like that 
I went to see the man inside the mirror it was Mike Jack
It ain’t my fault you couldn’t see what you was looking at
True I gave you my heart but ultimately I took it back 
It only takes a day to go from look at us to look at that
I told you there’s no looking back 
The brimstone is a falling 
Any talk of how I did you wrong to folks would be appalling 
things got rocky and you doubted me like Adrienne and Pauly 
Tranquilito
Sa acabo 
I bid you fairly well
My turntables might of wobbled but they never really fell
Your love was conditional 
So I’m back out on the ocean with dynamite inside my fishing boat 

(Hook - reggie):
You think that you’ve done enough 
You think that your loves enough 
You think that you’ve done enough

Enough (ft. reggie And Jay Electronica)

Other Side

Part of a Full Length Album out on @freshselects in 2015

09. THE BULLET AND THE GUN

From the album Yes Lawd! http://stonesthrow.com/nxworries

VINYL

Nxworries - Anderson Paak & Knxwledge - Suede

Nxworries - Anderson Paak & Knxwledge - Link Up

Link Up & Suede

Link Up

Suede

from the album YES LAWD! http://stonesthrow.com/nxworries

Yes Lawd!

NxWorries - Anderson Paak & Knxwledge - Lyk Dis

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
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Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

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