Down - Caleborate, Donte Thomas

My feet touch the floor

And I tell my demons wass-up

We just spent the whole night

Tryna get my bucks up

Pour a little gin

In my cup

With my breakfast

Fuck a therapist

This how I fight my depression

It’s hard not to trip bout shit

I’m always stressing

Cuz Often and unexpected

Is how the world like to test me

Wonder if I could joog the AC transit for a ticket

Shave my mustache

Get free bus pass

Cuz I ain’t got nuff cash

But I got family acting like I am so on

Like you did the oracle

So you must be bout to blow

Truth be told

I ain’t close

Know I got so far to go

Cuz I made off that sho what you could pick up off the flo'

And nah nah im

Not ungrateful

I just need y’all to know

I’m tired of people saying I am so slept on

This is Donald trumps America

He do not want us woke

I swear that n*gga do not

Know how much he fucking with my hopes

I’m just a black boy

Tryna stay outta the slums

I wake up with stress

So I don’t need none of yours

When you kill my vibe

I reach down in my drawer

Grab the weed out my jar

Cross my legs on the floor

And break it

Down

HOOK

Help me break it down down down

Help me break it down

VERSE 2 (Donte Thomas)

And I could remember days when we slept for dinner

My hours cut short so my checks was thinner

You take a few L’s

What you get?

A winner

So we proceed to excel the inner

The elephant mental

Remember when I used to wanna have the essentials

But now I’m on a mission to develop credentials

And they don’t wanna see me elevate

Cuz they gentle

But look what I been thru

I used to sit up on the back of the bus

Think of passing em up

They ain’t gassing enough

Pass on the trends

What you have isn’t much

If your soul lack gold

Then ya passion is fucked

I ain’t laughing

It’s tough

Where I’m from

Niggas die

By the hands of the law

What a stab in the gut

They around when you up

Can’t be found when you down

Either swim or you drown

And get dragged in the dust

Backwoods

On my lonely

I been

Cruising unobtrusive

Moving mileage

Who to say, that you is really out here

Pay for plays, ya shows don’t look too crowded

Swisher sweets we used to fill with sour

Used to party

Now I put in hours

Music like my second home

Without it

I’d be dead and gone or sumn childish

Ain’t nobody home

It’s McCauley Culkin zone

Man I might

DND my phone

No finding me once I’m gone

She only like me for my Nike’s

Hard to find a loyal honey

Most would likely be my wifey

Cuz my grinds potential money

Know my ego needs some work

But that’s the first step to acceptance

Sleeping on my couch, dreaming bout

A chance to spread my message

Overthinking got me stressing

I hardly make a sound

No one around, I got some loud

And ones a crowd, lemme proceed to break it

(Down)

HOOK