At the time of making this record I was beginning to realize how big of a hold fears actually had on me. With big decisions to make, I was never sure if I was doing the right thing. Fearing if I was actually doing enough. I’m saying we’re embedded with this “irrational fear”. The song takes this concept and kind of turns it slightly abstract by assigning a character to “fearmonger”. I’ve never made a record that sounded anything like this and part of the fun of releasing music is to create worlds sonically and have people trust you to show them around your own imagination.
LYRICS
(Saba)
Okay the money on the way it’ll lay by the first
Adolescence I would curse on the way to the church
My career just turned to cursive how I connect the words
Ain’t grow up with much of shit but still it coulda been worse
He ain’t focused on her pants he want get in her purse
I need it all in advance if they book me to work
From we barely had a chance left the crib on alert
To a crib with alarms and security perks
Insec