Humble

歌手： SAINt JHN • 专辑：Humble • 发布时间：2024-08-02 
作词 : Carlos St. John Phillips
 作曲 : Carlos St. John Phillips

They no believe in me when I was broke
They didn't see this comin', when I'm gone
They didn't watch anything I do
 someone new
Shame on my dream, but I did out loud
And deep down I'm shamed, but I said I'm proud
The head on my back weighed a thousand pounds
They're tryna tell me that right in front of crowds


And I pray to my God
That I make it to whatever I believe in
I won't even skip on a leap year
And I, and I pray to my God
The air is just better I'm breathin'
I think it's better that I prepare
Don't tell me to be humble
Ten crumbs and a crumble
A few sticks 'round me, left here with a drumroll
Everybody I know mixed up with the gumbo


See, I was born in Brooklyn, momma broke, never had money
Send me back home to a Guyanese country
Concrete road, but it always feel concrete
But they don't care that my stomach still hungry
Momma find out, so she send me to my auntie
Sendin' back money, runnin' through the pantry
Can't lie to ya' though, I wasn't no 
See they don't want me, see that they don't want me


They no believe in me when I was broke
They didn't see this comin', when I'm gone
They didn't watch anything I do
 someone new
Shame on my dream, but I did out loud
And deep down I'm shamed, but I said I'm proud
The head on my back weighed a thousand pounds
They're tryna tell me that right in front of crowds


And I pray to my God
That I make it to whatever I believe in
Relationships I can't repair
And I, and I pray to my God
The air is just better I'm breathin'
I think it's better that I prepare
Don't tell me to be humble
Ten crumbs and a crumble
A few sticks 'round me, left here with a drumroll
Everybody I know mixed up with the gumbo


See, raised in GT, momma broke, never had money
From a  I'm a  body too scrawny
Remember Mrs. Patta, remember 
Before I got my first lil' piece of banani
And I growed up, and I made my first CD
Then I blowed up, and I end up on TV
The other night reminiscin', listenin' Jay-Z
I make it look easy, I make it look easy


They no believe in me when I was broke
They didn't see this comin', when I'm gone
They didn't watch anything I do
 someone new
Shame on my dream, but I did out loud
And deep down I'm shamed, but I said I'm proud
The head on my back weighed a thousand pounds
They're tryna tell me that right in front of crowds


And I pray to my God
That I make it to whatever I believe in
I won't even skip on a leap year
And I, and I pray to my God
The air is just better I'm breathin'
I think it's better that I 
Don't tell me to be humble
Ten crumbs and a crumble
A few sticks 'round me, left here with a drumroll
Everybody I know mixed up with the gumbo
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