Saba ft. Black Thought and Eryn Allen Kane — Few Good Things (Official Audio)

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Photography by Dawit N.M., on the Westside of Chicago

Lyrics

I put the punch in the kick instead of punching a clock

It’s no wonder that this is timeless

Nights spent sleeping on the floor need a bed or at least a cot

Since his dreams starting to define him

The grind never stopped for the working class fuck a birkin bag

I learned my colors then I had to watch what color shirt I had

Like I concierge I show the way of our concerning past

But everybody can’t come along I come to terms with that

I ain’t never been one to burn bridges or burn a bag

Ironic money turn a man into a island and a friend into a financial advisor

Take a family and divide it in America, the land of the tyrant

Still with the same niggas and that mean the women too

The only thing changed what I paid for the tennis shoe

Like Eminem on stage for he blew, this is living proof

Bad things come in threes, good things come, a few

Few

All the fears we had to run from, and he only want a few things

We went back to where we start from, not the only one

All the fears we had to run from, and he only want a few things

We went back to where we start from, not the only one

Niggas repping blocks like the taxi wars

but the thing about turf is that it never actually grows

I tried to focus on the sprouts like a grocery store

But in the hood shit don’t always go how it supposed to go

So we adjusted like a tailor making alterations

Altercations in the Austin neighborhood was all for paper

Group think swear that it was all contagious how we all complacent

I said fuck it I’m all in like I was off to Vegas

The followed days I grew my dreads like I was part Jamaican

Know the journey waiting is a lonely one, they'll call him crazy

Because believing in yourself not often celebrated

People projecting a mirror image that is merely hatred

The fear he faces is the same as me I’m peer adjacent

All truth you know I don’t lie, like Shakira shaking

Iridescent people show they colors I assume they true

Bad things come in threes, good things coming soon

Few

and he only want a few things

All the fears we had to run from (run from), and he only want a few things

We went back to where we start from (start from), not the only one

All the fears we had to run from (run from), and he only want a few things

We went back to where we start from

not the only one

[Black Thought verse]

[Saba]

I tried that invincible shit but the principle is

When it’s niggas defending ya wig it’s a pendulum shift

I tried to spend a lil less like a minimalist

But then I can confess that this gets harder the bigger you get

The rich will get rich the poor get pissed that’s just what it is

We seen everything from the gutter to glitz

Adults in the crib telling the kids to cover they ears

Fight with a youngin and watch they older brothers appear

Like two in the front and one in the rear

The fun subsides when you gotta swallow your anger or stomach your fear

All the money a myth

It’s a sunken abyss

But necessary for the family to have somewhere to live

So you stuck with making decisions more than some wouldn’t get

The baggage that come with the bag hope you not fumbling it

Marathon not a sprint like I’m honoring Nip

When commas the common denominator all the percent

Got us moving to the pacific

In hopes that it would be different

The boat we was on had physics

That left some of us swimming

Don’t ask bout my independence

We not financially literate

Dangle a million dollars

When oxygen was the mission

We just wanna breathe

We been drowning down here for centuries

Black and brown boy identity

Families that depend on me

Art get turn to assembly

Line every line my lineage

Glass half full

The other half was the emptiness

We turned a bunch of nothing to abundance

Few good things

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Credit

Written by Tahj Chandler, Tariq Trotter, Deborah Lewis, Carl Lewis

Produced by Daoud, daedaePIVOT, Saba, and Cheflee

Additional vocals - Daoud

Additional drums - Brandon Farmer

Bass - Daoud, Cheflee

Acoustic Guitar - Daoud

Electric Guitar - Cheflee

Keyboards - Daoud

String Arrangements - Daoud

Drum Programming - daedaePIVOT, Saba

Recording Engineer - Saba, Rudyard Lee Cullers (Kingsize Soundlabs), Daoud

Executive Producers - Saba, Daoud, daedaePIVOT

Mixing Engineer - Papi Beatz (all tracks)

Mastering - Joe LaPorta (Sterling Sound)

Pivot Gang, LLC