August 1st

[Intro: Sam Brodie]
Writing with a pen, this is August 1st
If the love works out, you might hear this verse
I was once told, the family comes first
And the wins come last, but it just don't work
Once the money came in, all the pain got worse
And it's not like I'm rich, or my phone number switched
But my brothers from the dirt, look at me like I'm him
When I'm still like them

[Verse 1: Sam Brodie]
Wonder when it all changed, is it the plaques on the wall
Is it all the gold chains that I'm gonna get
Compared to where I wanna go, this is nothing yet
Love it when they call me crazy, cause it must be true
I went gold before Kanye did, this is meant to be
I don't know if this is love when you're next to me
Then, into the chorus

[Chorus: Sam Brodie]
Swear to god, I'm still the same
Shed some blood for the game
Put my tears in these chords
Drums are crying, hear the pain
Hear the pain, through my voice
Cut the noise, I'm still the same
They won't, pray for me now
They won't, pray for me now
They won't pray

[Bridge: Sam Brodie]
Writing with a pen, this is August 1st
If the love works out, you might hear this verse
I was once told, that family comes first
And the wins come last, but it just don't work
Once some money came in, all the pain got worse
And it's not like I'm rich, or my phone number switched
But my brothers from the dirt, look at me like I'm him
When I'm still like them

[Voice Note 1: Charlie Aylesbury]
Yo, meant to say
Em, I listened to you
I took the leap and bought a mic
And an audio interface and
Fuck, I'm just gonna learn to sing man

[Verse 2: Sam Brodie]
I told them I was golden, I whip it like it's stolen
I think my heart is hollow, I think my heart is, think my heart is
Think my heart is hollow, I'm so gone
Used to whip it like it's stolen, still whip it like it's stolen, I
I told them I was golden, I whip it like it's stolen
I think my heart is hollow, I think my heart is, think my heart is
Think my heart is hollow, I'm so gone
Used to whip it like it's stolen, still whip it like it's stolen
I whip it like I stole it, I whip it like it's stolen, I

[Voice Note 2: Sam Brodie]
Nothing's clicking, nothing's, there's nothing coming out of me
There's no creativity, there's no essence or anything
From the universe, flowing through me, I am just a pillar
I'm just a vessel from the universe and nothing's coming through me
Right now, I might be the 30th best in the world at making samples
Or whatever metric you want to say, I might be a gold producer
I might be this or that or whatever, sometimes I wake up
And I can't do anything, I can't creatively fucking do anything
I'm a creative for a living, and it's not that I'm not pushing myself
It's not that I'm, not hard on myself, I am all those things
And that's why it hurts even more