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Out of Season - Single

by Black Smith

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[Verse 1 - Black Smith] Now this right here is not a preview Of what my album gon' bring you It's nothin' like that So don't be goin' 'round callin' this a GALAXY track Simply givin' y'all supported me a part of me back Escaped the shadow of death, thought I'd call it a wrap Then I'd caught up my breath, now I'll pick up the slack Never throw in the towel, over the simplest flack Been a wordsmith since birth creatively colored me Black Turnin' 21 years at the point of this rhyme Always felt the clock's hand was never on my side Would've gave an arm and leg for better odds or more shine But now I give you palms for a read, so let's ride Been a bumpy semester, had to face my worst fears And I'm not gonna lie, late at night there's still tears Can't believe it's already been almost a year And though we all have our time, I wish my mom was still here But lemme pause and rewind, for the sake of revered Dropped an EP for free, and my fans--- they all cheered A couple blogs noticed; gained respect from my peers But like objects in mirrors, things ain't what they appear Reflections turn upon my hometown Apologies for how little I seem to come down But when your day-to-day's politely telin' customer's to drive 'round You tend to realize, money's not meant to be burnt now What I wouldn't give for a cash cow But that's the sacrifice we make when we take a higher course now The fruit doesn't always follow the plow And sometimes the Father just doesn't favor the child Checked the status of my hometown And looked for posts that displayed some support for my crew's sound I'm sad to say those signs were nowhere to be found If the village abandons you, can you call that place a ghost town? I'm feelin' that's a real possibility But the bitterness is killin' me I think I need to let it go 'Cause nothin' even matters [Hook - Black Smith] I think i need to, Let it go, let it go, let it go-o-o-o I need to let it go (Ooooh...!) 'Cause nothin' even matters... [Verse 2 - Black Smith] Allow me one more chance To right out all the wrongs I've made The pen connected to my brain Ink flowin' through my veins The BIC is now my brainstem One with my roots, the colors of my heart are painted Picture ain't so pretty but the beauty is in the details And if lyrics sell, then I'm anticipatin' retail What's in store is a concoction of bars and cars Mixed with pain, anime and some divine spark Make no mistake, my nigga, I'm out creatin' art Just hope my house is in order 'cause I hate playin' cards And if it all falls, I'll just continue on Till curtain call time, y'know I gotta play The Bard But before I pull my encore, give me a little space Unless I do somethin' shady and blow out my fuckin' brains Although I gave you a project full of my grieving pains Don't push me into fulfilling all of those bleeding claims Less than two months to complete the tape, I'm panickin' now But took a break from studies for now Just to give my last words to this bitch named Summer 500 days later--- hate I gave you my number Opened my eyes for the first time and embarrassed myself 'Cause I saw a full crowd but only got crickets for help Tried my best to vault over the low bar that I'd set But the flows were like a traffic jam stuck in pen When Quentin left the sidelines, the matches were lit Homie fuckin' kicked my ass--- how's that for motivation? But his musing turned out to be our inspiration Now QUAY and DooBay are primed to kill it again. Shit... Since I'm done weighin' all the pros and cons This never-ending tangent can now finally resolve: Can't always take the blame when somethin' goes wrong And sometimes you just gotta fuckin' move on, y'know? But don'tcha think? Been a long time comin', this thing between you and me I gotta let it go Just let it go... [Hook] I think I need to let it go I need to let it go I think I need to let it go, let it go, let it go I think I need to let it go Cause nothing even matters... [Outro] Out of Season... Bitch.

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In the first offering from his upcoming mixtape of the same name, "Out of Season" finds Black Smith ruminating over the progress and the pitfalls of the past two years--- all to the tune of 'Cole Summer.'

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released September 24, 2013

Vocals: Black Smith (@J_Smith_Real),
Mixing and Mastering: Black Smith
Production: J. Cole, Lil Nik, TOBEY
Single Artwork: Dr. Monkey Designs


"Out of Season" is a remix of "Cole Summer," which itself interpolates a portion of the sound recording "Nothing Even Matters" by Lauryn Hill featuring D'Angelo off 'The Miseducation of Lauryn HIll. Sample used with attribution. Instrumental replicated by Lil Nik and TOBEY.

J. Smith, J. Cole, T. Offergeld, L. Hill, M. Archer

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