
Silent Mode
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- trap soul
- soul
- 2020s
- jazz rap
- melodic
- male vocalist
- introspective
- rap
- boom bap
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah.
Look.
They want the summary, but the story's still writing itself.
Check the calendar.
Verse 1
Another year gone by, man, the numbers don't lie
Looking at the scoreboard while the time just fly
They used to judge the moves, now they study the blueprint
Every single word that I dropped had a footprint
Got a couple closed doors that I don't ever wanna unlock
Too busy locking down the empire, watching the clock
And people love to talk about the changes they see
Like the boy that they knew wasn't growing into me
I had to distance myself from the static and noise
Too many grown men acting out like little boys
I keep the circle real tight, yeah, the family solid
Everything I learned was an expensive bit of knowledge
They want a reaction, want a slip, want a leak
I just stay quiet for a couple of weeks
Let the work speak volumes, let the numbers climb
I'm right back in my zone, yeah, it's 'bout that time.
Chorus
Yeah, put the phone on silent mode
Too much weight on a heavy road
If they looking for me, tell 'em I'm out of reach
Living out the lessons that the quiet time teach.
Verse 2
Remember sitting in the basement, plotting on the dream
Now we international, running up the stream
And everybody wants a piece when you're standing at the top
Asking when you're tired, asking when you're gonna stop
Never, that's the answer, I'm just getting warmed up
Got a couple empty bottles that we never filled up
To the ones who stayed down when the winter was cold
Y'all the only ones who know the story that's told
I'm just protecting my peace, keeping my guard
Writing down the truth on a bloodied-up card
No interviews, no statements, just the art and the pen
They gonna miss the old days till I give it 'em again.
Outro
Yeah.
Do not disturb.
We out.
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