2:24 a.m. (intro)

Track 1
Length: 1:19
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1703849
Writer: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG

Lyrics

[Dispatcher speaking over radio as a tape is being inserted into a nearby VCR]

[A child interrupts an adult conversation]

Mommy, mom, can I say asshole?

[Man speaks]

No you can’t say that, that’s a bad word.

[Woman speaks] 

No, where’d you get that from? Huh?

(silence ensues)

[Child speaks]

A movie.

[Woman speaks]

Okay I..

[Man interrupts]

Well, we need to return that movie…

[Cassette tape skips to a woman speaking on the phone]

No excuse at all, um, my therapist, um, put it together. 

Said that, um, he has held a lot in since Brandon’s death

And it sounds like he’s suffering from PTSD or something

Um, post traumatic syndrome or something, whatever

And he’s just now accepting Brandon’s death, um,

I, I kinda knew that. I really did, I just didn’t say anything

(fades)

4 facts (lamont from across the street)

Track 2
Length: 2:10
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1703855
Writer: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG

Lyrics

(Begins with the tape rewinding after previously skipping.)

[Verse 1]

Yeah
(yeah)
Yeah, (yeah) ayy
Uh, cocaine benz with the windows all tinted
Young nigga getting money with a white girl in it
2 phones on the dash with the peanut butter seats
On God right now a young nigga bout to preach
Hit the locks one time let me air this smoke
Yeah, I took one hit hope my mama don’t know
He said “The world ain’t big don’t believe that hype!”
I got four facts for the rest of your life

[Hook]
He said, You gotta stay strapped cuz you really never know
You gotta get High every time you feel low
You gotta keep your next move quiet in these streets (shh)
You gotta stay woke cuz a nigga don’t sleep

[Verse 2]
Whip game so cold prolly need a new wrist (Probably need a new wrist)
The lips so deep my car talking with a lisp
My new bitch getting wood but I’m harder than a brick
Hold up, Brr Brrp, “Same ni**a, new money who this?”
He was like, “There’s a war going on how the hell you stay safe?”
And I was like, I was like, “Forget the crown of king you better aim for the waist”
I said “Remember, the world ain’t big don’t believe that hype
4 facts low key nickname Barry White

[Hook]
You gotta stay strapped cuz you really never know (ayy)
You gotta get High every time you feel low (on God)
You gotta keep your next move quiet in these streets (shh)
You gotta stay woke cuz a nigga don’t sleep (Nah)

Facts

That shit had me (whenever you ready nigga)
Remember that man (you know what’s good)

Yeah

facts only feat. tk kirkland

Track 3
Length: 0:37
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1703876
Writers: STACE, TK Kirkland
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: STACE, CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG

Lyrics

[Verse 1: TK Kirkland]

Yes, it’s me once again
Yes, you already know who it is, it’s TK Kirkland
Better known as T to the mutha-fuckin’ K
And we in the studio and I’m here talking to my man STACE and…
just giving him knowledge.
Young nigga getting money.
Young nigga got big dreams, doing his thing.
Fuckin’ with fine women that speak different languages.
Got a cold sister with a nose just like his ass.
It’s just incredible up in here

Here we go

money counter

Track 4
Length: 3:07
Links: Apple Music
ISRC:  TCADA1703895
Writer: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG

Lyrics

[Talking]
I’m doing the money dance right now

[Intro]
I’ve been working one week, no sleep, like I’m underpaid
Tryna stack paper ’til the house looks like it’s under shade
Get a 100 bands and money dance to a better view
Fingertips dirty ’cause they leaving ink residue

[Verse 1]
Me and all my ni**as man we on the come up
Grinding all winter to finesse the summer
I told a Spanish mami “Mira, take my number.
Dinero rápido, the check is bout to run up.” (whoo whoo whoo)
I remember when I made my first thousand
I was barely 12 I was the best at counting
Bragging to my classmates by the water fountain
I love that weird sound of that money counter

[Bridge]
Now I can make a million I believe it’s true
And I can make it rain if I wanted to
And I can count by hand that’s what winners do
But that paper stick together when that money’s new

[Chorus]
My money counter got a mind of its own
My money counter got a mind of its own
My money counter got a mind of its own
My money counter got a mind of its own

[Verse 2]
Look don’t check on me, ‘less you got a check for me
I don’t credit counterfeits, but you can bounce like you owe me
I pray the money fits ’cause the singles getting lonely
If we count it all by hand, we ‘gon be here ’til the morning
Pussy the new currency, these hoes ‘gon eat
She ordered Nuvo, she’s so nouveau riche
Rubber bands snapping like Kudjo’s leash
I’m on a strict bread diet ’till my rolls whole wheat

[Bridge]
Now I can make a million I believe it’s true
And I can make it rain if I wanted to
And I can count by hand that’s what winners do
But that paper stick together when that money’s new

[Chorus]
My money counter got a mind of its own
My money counter got a mind of its own
My money counter got a mind of its own
My money counter got a mind of its own

[Outro]
Yeah
Say word
Ay, ay
You can push the brown like Nino, the white, Al Pachino
Money counting large bills ain’t nothing muy poquito
My net worth is goals but you foul like a free throw
Try and stop my count and I got shooters where you sleep heaux
Wooh!
Yeah

nocturnal emissions

Track 5
Length: 1:00
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1703907
Writers: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG

Lyrics

[Voicemail]
“Saved messages
First new message from phone number 561-
Received yesterday at 4:13 pm”

[Woman speaks]
“Hey this is V.A., um, I need to talk
So, call me back in…
Just call me when you can
Okay?, bye.

wetter islands

Track 6
Length: 1:46
Links:Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1706283
Writers: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG

Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, they fuck with me now huh?
Oh, we used to go to school together?
Oh, I used to fuck with your cousin?
Oh, I am your cousin?
Uh, huh
Now..oh now you…

Lately I see people acting different
I smoke too much man I must be tripping
Checks got me feeling like Al B. Sure
My bank account getting those New Editions

[Verse 1]
Pockets on preachers right after tithing
Jesus won’t mind if I skip a service
I’m getting spotted when I’m in public
Honestly dog that shit makes me nervous
Couple friends told me they don’t believe me
Now they’re inboxing unpacking feelings
I remember when shit hit the fan
I hit the bank, you just hit the ceiling,

[Chorus]

Wetter Islands x 2

[Verse 2]
I saw a man with defeated eyes
Trust me I seen what that hate can do
Plus he got kids I feel bad for them
Cuz they gon’ grow up to be haters too (got damn)
Pops used to tell me when I was young (yeah)
Boy you a star you can’t help but shine
Do what you do and don’t ever quit
And if you don’t win just go over time
So, I talk to the money like we related (we related)
I don’t need friends I want better clients
Shorty just bought me a girl to play with
I’m ’bout to make this a wetter island

[Chorus]

Wetter Islands x 2

Wetter I…(back to this money)

Wetter Island
(A moat of money around me, you feel me?)

Yeah

deadbeat dad feat. tk kirkland

Track 7
Length: 4:08
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1706325
Writers: STACE, TK Kirkland
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG

Lyrics

[Radio Host Talking]
“And of course you look to me, on the Micah Brown show to give it to you.
So up next I’m ’bout to go ahead and take the next caller,
you know the number, let me hear it.’

This is Tajshra-Náijrah Nicholle

Ok and where are you calling from Tajshra?

I am calling from Houston, Texas

And what do you want to hear?

I wanna hear deadbeat dad by STACE…

(Uh ok)

and I wanna dedicate this song to Maurice, (Uh) my piece of sh*t baby daddy

Whoa, miss… watch your language

Talking ’bout he need child support, pussy ass mutha-fuckin’ ni**a, fuck him, I don’t give a fuck

Miss?

[Girl Chorus]
Aye deadbeat dad
You’re just a product of what you ain’t never had
Somebody should’ve taught you how not to fall back
Listen to this message and give us a call back like, like (and all the kids singing)

[Group Chorus]
Aye, deadbeat dad
You’re just a product of what you ain’t never had
Somebody should’ve taught you how not to fall back
Listen to this message and give us a call back

[STACE Verse 1]
(Hello) Aye, deadbeat dad I assume
Let me introduce myself I’m “Mr. Better Than You” (I’m the stepdad)
She got the kids from the school
I even painted their rooms
We teach ’em how to be a man, you know, not like you
Listen, milk carton dad, your ass stay missing
You can’t make a difference if you only come to visit
‘Cause by the next visit they gon’ find somebody better
I can raise a family and make you wish you never left ’em, like, like…
(and all the kids singing)

[Chorus] x2

Aye, deadbeat dad
You’re just a product of what you ain’t never had
Somebody should’ve taught you how not to fall back
Listen to this message and give us a call back

[STACE Verse 2]
Now you throw a couple $20’s, what’s that gon’ do?
You only wanna claim the kids when the tax come through
I top Snapple right now let these facts come through
Put your ear to the record let the wax come through
You gotta stay up on your job no matter what went down
Because the kids don’t understand why yo’ ass ain’t never ’round
The kids need a father they can go and brag about
This is for the deadbeats the stepdads will help you out
Get out!

[Chorus] x 2
Aye deadbeat dad (Uh huh)
You’re just a product of what you ain’t never had
Somebody should’ve taught you how not to fall back (uh huh)
Listen to this message and give us a call back like, like

[TK Kirkland Talking]
Yo, what’s up everybody?
Listen, this is T to the mutha-fuckin’ K dropping street knowledge on you
We having a crazy situation in the world
Deadbeat dads just, sticking they dick in pussy
Just nuttin’ in b*tches, nuttin’ in hoes
Not understanding the f*cking consequences that come along with nuttin’ in a female
F*cking up bitches lives, f*cking up your lives without having your paper right
You ni**as better start, managing your dick
Yeah you heard me, you got to manage your dick brother
The b*tch moaning in your ear [female moaning] (pull out ni**a)
She smelling good [female moaning]
Oh ni**a I hear you, she smelling mutha-fuckin’ good (Pull the fuck out)
Pull out ni**a, pull the fuck out
Did you hear me?

[Chorus] x 2
Aye deadbeat dad (Uh huh)
You’re just a product of what you ain’t never had
Somebody should’ve taught you how not to fall back (uh huh)
Listen to this message and give us a call back like, like

[STACE talking]
Yeah, this is from the stepdad perspective, you feel me?
From the stepdad perspective
If you taking care of your kids, you doing your thing, this ain’t about you
This is for the bum ass ni**as that got the nerve to get mad when somebody else step up
You out here chasing bitches, neglecting your kids
Then you get mad when somebody else come through
Let that man do his thing, he taking care of your kids
Step the f*ck back!
Sh*t, you got 3 kids and fixed income bro
The least you can do is be 5’7 my ni**a, you slacking!
Stepdads comin’ through shining right now
Shut the f*ck up and send me a thank you card, how ’bout that (Radio turns)

baptize me (it takes a village)

Track 8
Length: 1:16
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1706370
Writer: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG
Additional Background Vocals: Tedra Chriss

Lyrics

Eyy, allejua, allejua, allejua
Eyy, allejua, allejua, allejua

[Inaudible]

Eyy, allejua, allejua, allejua
Eyy, allejua, allejua, allejua

pillow talk

Track 9
Length: 2:18
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1706377
Writer: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG
Additional Background Vocals: Tedra Chriss

Lyrics

Girl: Fuck (moans)
STACE: What’s up?
Girl: Good morning
STACE: How’d you sleep?
Girl: I slept well, how’d you sleep?
STACE: I slept alright
Girl: You know you gotta go right?
STACE: Yeah… can I read you something?
Girl: Yeah

[STACE talking]
See you’re the kind of girl I’d write a poem for
I’d pay your father for making you and still owe him more, but overall?
I’m already the man you need
See I got my own thing I just wanna help your plan succeed
And instead of that online thirst I provide actual water, sow into you and plant seeds
I know my role
See sometimes you just want a wolf who can play sheep
Eat that pussy until you zone out and you stay sleep
Walk bad blocks with me and it turns into a safe street
I told you I’m artistic with the pen, they just fake deep
Make you laugh hard when you hand me a jar and I just play weak
See IG comments and Twitter posts that’s not real baby
That’s just internet. I wanna interact
I know there’s more than just “likes” to you
You fly, but they just kites to you
There’s strings attached
I’d climb any mountain just for halfway heights to you
They see a main chic, I see a wife in you
Post something thoughtful, real life without the cameras
Actual feelings and watch them vanish
I’d still be at the door to your heart tryna hand you a pamphlet
Jehovah’s my witness
And when he says your walls are too high it just means he’s not willing to climb high enough
Ni**a like me will help you build them higher up
I’m ready for the thoughts you think I can’t handle
Skydive from the peak of your love, only ‘cause I’m fly enough
Tonight I’d be lying if I said I just wanna talk
I’m not pouring this wine for nothing
I was probably a captain in my past life navigating your thoughts or something
So relax baby, this is just a freestyle this ain’t wax baby
I’m here to taste your fruit like it’s my last baby
Food for thought
Enjoy tonight ‘cause this might be my last baby

confessions of a side n***a

Track 10
Length: 3:17
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1706401
Writer: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG
Additional Background Vocals: Tedra Chriss

Lyrics

[Pre-Hook]

Lately baby you’ve been stressing a lot
Unfaithful man you so faithful too you question a lot
I can tell that it’s hell, and I don’t know very well
With all that bottom you got you should be finessing the top

[Verse 1]

Look, I’m tryna kick it like a stack of ninjas
You colder than a white judge against a black offender
And I know you bounce to songs but ain’t no trappin’ in ya
But the hood love you cuz you sweet plus a half a Splenda
Look, I’m not tryna persuade or really dictate your plans
But treat that boy just like a toy, put him down and get a man
Let me co-sign your coast lines and build you by the sand
If he ever crash you down I can wave you up again

[Chorus]
Baby tell me everything
Are we a forever thing?
I can hear you telling me
Everything’s gonna be alright
And you down and I’m down (alright
And I know you know that I’m in town (alright)
Anytime I come around I can always make you smile and sing
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be alright

[Verse 2]
I see you crying girl I’m just tryna stop it (oh no)
Yeah you got a man but he treat you like an option
You running out of patience baby I could be your doctor
We the combination girl dial him out your locker
Overnight on 95, I see the signs for Atlanta
That’s the Magic City, you the sign of a dancer
Now you throwing tantrums that’s the sign of a Cancer
Hit me when you all alone, the side nigga anthem, sing it

[Chorus]
Baby tell me everything
Are we a forever thing?
I can hear you telling me
Everything’s gonna be alright
And you down and I’m down (alright
And I know you know that I’m in town (alright)
Anytime I come around I can always make you smile and sing
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be alright

[Bridge]
Baby come through
They ain’t got nothing on you
And he don’t love you girl like I do
Won’t you be mine and come through
Come through (let me talk to you)

[Verse 3]
Late night you creepin’
While your man is sleeping
You hit me on the DM
You said you free this weekend
You park in back of buildings
You say he watch the children
I say you catch my children
Then Imma catch these feelings
You tell me that it’s over
But I know you ain’t sober
I feel I need some closure
You happy I’m a loner
You hit me when you hurting
With fire we be flirting
My time is never certain
I’m left behind your curtains singing

[Chorus]
Baby tell me everything
Are we a forever thing?
I can hear you telling me
Everything’s gonna be alright
And you down and I’m down (alright
And I know you know that I’m in town (alright)
Anytime I come around I can always make you smile and sing
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be alright

[Outro]
Alright, Alright, Alright
Everything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be alright

god complex

Track 11
Length: 3:09
Links: Apple Music
ISRC: TCADA1706404
Writer: STACE
Producer: STACE
Recording Engineer: CDG
Mixing Engineer: CDG

Lyrics

[Siri Voice]
You have a God complex (yeah)



[Hook]

Woke up this morning feeling just like God
Grass in the blunt like we rolled up the yard
Counting all this money and I’m still in my draws
Swimming in her ocean getting swallowed by Jaws



[Verse 1]
Aye, she in the kitchen with the pots and pans
I’m scraping resin from the pot while I roll up the gram
It’s refreshing getting top while I scroll up the gram
Gotta remind all you ni**as who the f*ck I am, complex
Devil in a choker she’s submissive for days
Aye, f*ck your baby daddy and his feminine ways
Ni**a mad he over-worked, making minimum wage
I can clip his wig back that’s a subliminal fade
Made your salary by the end of the day
Red dot between your eyes guess it’s time to go pray
I can cut you through this verse ’cause my pen is a blade
Got a casket with his name I can send it engraved, 6 deep

[Hook]
Woke up this morning feeling just like God
Grass in the blunt like we rolled up the yard
Counting all this money and I’m still in my draws
Swimming in her ocean getting swallowed by Jaws
(Woke up this morning feeling feeling like God)
Feeling just like God
(Woke up this morning feeling feeling like God)
On God
Feeling feeling like God

[Verse 2]
Aye, fuck you and the ni**as that you stand with
Iron on your grid sounding like some marching band kids
Tango with my Cash, I pay hammers you can dance with
Been getting money since your Pop left you abandoned
You’ll never see these heights that’s just how the Gods have planned it,
I could pull up in a Camry, on camera, bumping Cam shit
Let the chop play along on God I’m on some lamb shit
Grill on my waist turns any beef into a sandwich, nigga

[Brian Maurice Avery Talking]
Stay safe because when we get to see each other again,
I will let y’all know everything that’s been going on
and anything the last thing but not least
Whatever you hear about me, don’t never,
Don’t never judge me off what you hear, judge me off what you see me do.
Understand this, whatever they been telling y’all,
Whatever they done made y’all feel about me, it’s all been lies
and eventually you gonna get [Gunshot & body falls]

(Evil Laugh) Yeah, on God



[Verse 3]
The truth is ’bout to reign forever
F*ck the game without a poncho
Bars in every sentence like I’m bailing out on bond though
Going for the title, rest in peace to Papa Mongol
Trouble Season orchestrated, welcome to the God show
Aye, spitting fire so heavenly,
the heat would make the devil Jehovah witness voluntarily, ni**a
Who fucking with my destiny?
 ’cause if I die now you gotta out-live my legacy, on God

[Hook]
(Woke up this morning, feeling like God)
Yeah
 (Feeling feeling like God)
Yeah 
(Woke up this morning feeling feeling like God)
I woke up (
Feeling like God

)

Yo, aye, woke up so high I got dressed by God
Grass in blunt like we rolled up the yard
Counting all this money and I’m still in my draws
Swimming in her ocean getting swallowed by Jaws

(evil laughter)

[tape ejects]

Artist: STACE
Label: Fly Company Music Group
Released: 10 April 2017
Album: Trouble Season
Year: 2017
Writer: STACE
Producer: STACE
Engineer: CDG
Mixed and Mastered: EarWavs Media

Recording Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Format: CD, Album, File
Barcode: Pending
UPC: 859720475403
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Bassy, Grimey, Dramatic

Music Video: 4 Facts (Extended Music Video)
Director: ShootWithKam
Producer: STACE
Writer: STACE
Production Company: Fly Company Music Group
Production Dates: 16-18 Aug 2018
Release Date: 24 Aug 2018
Starring: Korletey Mimpey, Christian Foster & Dani Detté
Background Extras: Toia Johnson, Sharonda Clarke
Technical Crew: Melanie Chapman, Nicole Fereux
Location Manager: Shari Foster

Recording Session Video: Facts Only Session
Featuring: STACE & TK Kirkland
Camera Operator: Onyana Rosa
Recording Location: Fly Company Music Group
Production Dates: 14 Mar 2017
Release Date: 14, Mar 2017

Music Video: Pillow Talk (Official Music Video)
Director: KhillaKam Visuals
Production Company: Fly Company Music Group
Production Location: Atlanta, Ga.
Starring: Karina Raquel
Assistant: Bianca Nuñez
Production Dates: 10-12, Oct 2017
Release Date: 18 Oct 2017

ASCAP: 892277818, 892277915, 892277916, 892277917, 892278010, 892278011, 892278012, 892278107, 892278108, 892278109, 892278203
© Registration Number: PAu 3-882-913
Effective Date: April 05, 2017

TK Kirkland appears courtesy of CaviarPatron. © 2017. All Rights Reserved.