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credits
made possible by my mom Jamie and my dad Macho · produced, written, recorded, and edited by Nahoa Life · trumpet, acoustic guitar, and additional vocals by Maria Sanderson · electric guitar by Corban Blackwell · mixed and mastered by Brandon Rodriguez
lyrics
This likeness is easier to find now Excited 'bout a meteoric rise out In private is my comfort zone Yet swiftly have I grown and doubled five thou' Quit crying over limits of the lifestyle Shine I shall when they're dimming all the lights down I see my influence in your eyebrows Hitchhiking my way to the famed lighthouse Fistfighting this liminal stage I'm done with open mics, I should have been on a stage I'm tired of hearing, "Boy, you got skill for your age" I'm trying to hear another nation sing what I sang Trying to demonstrate I wasn't built for a cage If I killed this creative spirit because of fear I'd wear the guilt on my face When they heard about my scholarship all they could say was "You gon' be real far away, huh?"
Maybe once in a while you could call me up You'll go far, don't leave Did I make you smile for long enough? (“¿Mijo, tienes hambre?”) When did you last eat? (¿Quieres comer?)
When I head to somebody's show, I don't want an autograph All I have in my head is the question Ay, how I'm gon’ be up there with him, hmm mm hmm What's it mean to see America, hmm mm Embarrass her at a festival, hmm mm hmm Two hundred six bear witness, hmm mm I'm on the wrong side of the gate, hmm mm Codify my vision and cherish it: To be a face torn out of a page And paper-mached onto a collage Of decorated icons dead and alive Decorating the wall of a live venue At which the dedicated strive To be a face torn out of a page And paper-mached onto a collage Of decorated icons, dead and alive Decorating the wall of a live venue At which the dedicated strive
Maybe once in a while you could call me up You'll go far, don't leave Did I make you smile for long enough? (“What would you like for dinner?”) When did you last eat? (“I’ll make your favorite”)
You prayed for hollow bones You prayed for hollow bones You prayed for hollow bones Prayed and you prayed You prayed You prayed for hollow bones Oh, you prayed for hollow bones
press & playlists
Artwork, photos and the audio are in the materials folder. For press, playlisting or anything else, reach out.