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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brent Faiyaz
Brent Faiyaz
Vocals
Alex Charles Sugarman
Alex Charles Sugarman
Performer
Connor French
Connor French
Performer
Joey Lopez
Joey Lopez
Performer
Jordan Ware
Jordan Ware
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Brent Wood
Christopher Brent Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brent Faiyaz
Brent Faiyaz
Producer
Dpat
Dpat
Producer
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Los Hendrix
Los Hendrix
Producer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Nascent
Nascent
Producer

Lyrics

Every day, I come late Wash my clothes in the same sink I don't give a damn 'bout what they think Long as I pay rent I don't even whine 'bout my paycheck I know it's short, but I make ends 'Cause it could be a worse situation All that glitters ain't gold And all that shines bright ain't a diamond All that wrinkles isn't old And as far as you see ain't the horizon A death in designer To live on an island (to live on an island) We keep on trying (why do we keep on trying?) We'll end up dying (Lord knows we'll end up dying) Every day, I leave late I wait out front in the same place And I don't give a damn 'bout what they say Long as the day ends I made some plans with some good friends I don't even know where the day went But it could be a worse conversation (You know there's a roach on the floor?) (Right there) (Oh, man) All that glitters ain't gold And all that shines bright ain't a diamond, oh And all that wrinkles isn't old And as far as you see ain't the horizon, oh A death in designer To live on an island (to live on an island) We keep on trying (why do we keep on trying?) We'll end up dying (Lord knows we'll end up dying) Everybody want a motherfucking Benz or Beamer And designer sneakers, ain't no motherfucking dreamers Shit is deeper than Neiman Marcus or your Hollywood starlets Underneath this nigga starving, impoverished People don't give no fucks, nigga Trump don't give a fuck Your niggas don't give a fuck Your favorite artists don't give a motherfucking fuck Do you give a fuck, nigga? Keep playing, motherfucker If you told 'em he was down and out Would they pull up or would they wait it out? Would they ever call you just to talk about Whatever they wanna talk about? If you borrowed money 'cause it's life or death Would they ask you for their money back? Would they tell the world all of your business? And this and that? Your business And this and that? Maybe you're too friendly or maybe you're too real You put your time and faith in people that can't seal the deal Trials and tribulations often force one to reveal That maybe you just don't know what to feel Did you know that you were with the devil last night? Couldn't see where you was going with a flashlight And I know it hurts I'm just concerned I know that you were with the devil last night Baby, I ain't saying you don't act right This world don't love But that don't mean that you can't hope it does If you told 'em he was down and out (I wanna know) Would they pull up or would they wait it out? (I wanna know) Would they ever call you just to talk about (I wanna know) Whatever they wanna talk about? (I wanna know) If you borrowed money 'cause it's life or death (I wanna know) Would they ask you for their money back? (I wanna know) Would they tell the world all of your business? And this and that? Your business And this and that?
Writer(s): Christopher Wood, David Patino, Carlos Munoz, Christopher Ruelas, Benjamin Freelander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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