Dominic Fike's lyrics paint a poignant picture of personal struggle, family dynamics, and the search for identity amidst chaos. The recurring motif of a faded photo album symbolizes lost memories and the passage of time, highlighting regrets and unfulfilled promises. Fike grapples with feelings of abandonment and responsibility as he reflects on his family's hardships, including parental incarceration and financial instability. The juxtaposition of nostalgia with present-day stress underscores his internal conflict between past innocence and current burdens. His repeated refrain "Don't look down" suggests a plea to avoid succumbing to despair despite overwhelming circumstances. Additionally, the song delves into themes of self-worth and societal expectations, as Fike navigates success ("made M's") while feeling misunderstood and judged by others. Ultimately, this track is an introspective exploration of resilience in the face of adversity, capturing the complex interplay between personal growth and familial obligations.
How Much Is Weed?
Lyrics
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends and family took the alley to Miami
Got caught up and now my baby's got no daddy, can you send me something?
I can't do all of this shoutin' on an empty stomach
I can't find myself no balance and this emptiness
By long way down, she meant the hole I dug myself
I can't keep control of myself sometimes I just don't know my (fuck that shit)
My bitch she bad, dog, it's all in my head
Mama told me don't be shy, Seno said
Let's get this, watch how fast I switch this
What up to Gibs and Stunna Man, Watch my brother n'em while you can, ayy
Shout out the boys, ain't coming outside when I'm outside doing my dance
Hitting my jug (and jug), and jug (and jug), and jug (and jug), and jug, and jug
Remember when I couldn't M's, then I made M's and this shit made sense
I been looking through the
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Friends and family never cared about the Grammys
'Til I grew up out the hand-me-downs and bought family house
I be looking through the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help, she went to jail
And shit went left, and I was left, I did my best
I needed rest, I got arrested
Everybody looking at me like I'm not invested
Bitch, you know how hard I was stressing
Please don't call me with weekend plans
I rippin' out all my hair
And bitch, I don't even dance
But sometimes I like to (jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug)
(I like to jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug, jug)
(I like to jug, and jug, and jug and jug and jug, and jug, and jug, and jug)
I been looking through the photo album but the color faded from it
If I could back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Writer(s): Dominic Fike, James Stack
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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