| Song | Comrades |
| Artist | J. Han |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Tower Ivory |
| [Hook] | |
| Well, if you didn’t know | |
| Surely, now you know | |
| You can share your burden with me | |
| You can’t walk this life alone | |
| [Verse 1: J. Han] | |
| When I double dutch I can’t clutch | |
| 4 handles at the same time, I need a buddy, right? | |
| I get it. man I’m feeling every minute | |
| Isolated from the world working in my billet | |
| Get the skillet [okay] I’mma kill it | |
| We’re celebrating today with some ribeye and the spinach | |
| [ooh] Aroma’s so vivid I could salivate | |
| But even better is a friend that evaluates | |
| The state of your mind and covers every blind spot | |
| Feeling so unstoppable, man, I could take nine shots | |
| To the face, sike, I’m playing, it’s a saying | |
| No.. really.. I’m seriously just kidding | |
| See that’s the reason why I need a legion of people | |
| Who heed the readings of Jesus to be a voice of reason | |
| [why?] I can’t do it on my own | |
| On an island, as a castaway Chuck Noland | |
| [Verse 2: NAK] | |
| And this is for my co-pilots, co-writers, the flow riders | |
| We spit a story giving glory to the Provider | |
| Battle gory and the warrior be so tired | |
| While ammunition and the shrapnel... float by us | |
| Literal, proverbial, vision is steadily lesser than intended to be: | |
| Im hardly twenty-twenty | |
| But Im ready-ready... got my relatives instead of me | |
| Holding me down, gently steady... steady | |
| Live with the peace, chin up to heaven and | |
| Lift with the knees, lift up the brethren | |
| Ho to the heave, Jehova bled it | |
| Hope is deceased... nope! resurrected | |
| And in the same way: there aint no greater | |
| Love than the one that sheds blood for the neighbors | |
| March to the battlefield, strapped and connected | |
| We’re strong on the front cause our backs are protected | |
| [Verse 3: GOWE] | |
| My eyes are clouded when I vacate my surroundings | |
| Maintain what I founded but the mainstay isn’t grounded | |
| Stop it that’s when I got to drop my anonymous act | |
| Try to pass like I’m in a fresh face metropolis | |
| But what’s the point if this mask masks development | |
| Am I really me? or just a small part of my arrogance? | |
| I see the cards that are lighting up by Remy Labeau | |
| So much control in the moment I know | |
| And then I froze to my right I see Aurora Monroe | |
| Jubilee in a spree let’s not forget about Rogue | |
| And then I see my homie Beast not mode | |
| Beast - the kind of energy that only enemies know | |
| Got my homie Logan back in it rippin it with the savageness | |
| Watching it made me sad cause I remember him too | |
| I’m tired of morphing that’s the thing that I do | |
| But here and now this is me got my partners and you |
| Hook | |
| Well, if you didn' t know | |
| Surely, now you know | |
| You can share your burden with me | |
| You can' t walk this life alone | |
| Verse 1: J. Han | |
| When I double dutch I can' t clutch | |
| 4 handles at the same time, I need a buddy, right? | |
| I get it. man I' m feeling every minute | |
| Isolated from the world working in my billet | |
| Get the skillet okay I' mma kill it | |
| We' re celebrating today with some ribeye and the spinach | |
| ooh Aroma' s so vivid I could salivate | |
| But even better is a friend that evaluates | |
| The state of your mind and covers every blind spot | |
| Feeling so unstoppable, man, I could take nine shots | |
| To the face, sike, I' m playing, it' s a saying | |
| No.. really.. I' m seriously just kidding | |
| See that' s the reason why I need a legion of people | |
| Who heed the readings of Jesus to be a voice of reason | |
| why? I can' t do it on my own | |
| On an island, as a castaway Chuck Noland | |
| Verse 2: NAK | |
| And this is for my copilots, cowriters, the flow riders | |
| We spit a story giving glory to the Provider | |
| Battle gory and the warrior be so tired | |
| While ammunition and the shrapnel... float by us | |
| Literal, proverbial, vision is steadily lesser than intended to be: | |
| Im hardly twentytwenty | |
| But Im readyready... got my relatives instead of me | |
| Holding me down, gently steady... steady | |
| Live with the peace, chin up to heaven and | |
| Lift with the knees, lift up the brethren | |
| Ho to the heave, Jehova bled it | |
| Hope is deceased... nope! resurrected | |
| And in the same way: there aint no greater | |
| Love than the one that sheds blood for the neighbors | |
| March to the battlefield, strapped and connected | |
| We' re strong on the front cause our backs are protected | |
| Verse 3: GOWE | |
| My eyes are clouded when I vacate my surroundings | |
| Maintain what I founded but the mainstay isn' t grounded | |
| Stop it that' s when I got to drop my anonymous act | |
| Try to pass like I' m in a fresh face metropolis | |
| But what' s the point if this mask masks development | |
| Am I really me? or just a small part of my arrogance? | |
| I see the cards that are lighting up by Remy Labeau | |
| So much control in the moment I know | |
| And then I froze to my right I see Aurora Monroe | |
| Jubilee in a spree let' s not forget about Rogue | |
| And then I see my homie Beast not mode | |
| Beast the kind of energy that only enemies know | |
| Got my homie Logan back in it rippin it with the savageness | |
| Watching it made me sad cause I remember him too | |
| I' m tired of morphing that' s the thing that I do | |
| But here and now this is me got my partners and you |