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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Programming
Evan Smith
Evan Smith
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
John Rooney
John Rooney
Assistant Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Bost
Brandon Bost
Engineer
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Producer

Lyrics

I got Georgia on my mind, ain't nobody left behind It's just me, my team, my weed, my baby's Audi parked outside Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright I got Georgia on my mind, ain't nobody left behind It's just me, my team, my weed, my baby's Audi parked outside Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright Houston, Texas, my teachers had weapons I'd get my ass whipped, I learned my lesson I often question, I often wonder If I told this class I liked the nigga that sit in the back How bad would it make me suffer? Agh Smoke and fuck, we high as hell We gon' love each other, we let the night derail Only time will tell, I'm under your spell I lay on your chest, you wonder what's next I love when you breathe, it make me reflect I got Georgia on my mind, ain't nobody left behind It's just me, my team, my weed, my baby's Audi parked outside Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright I got Georgia on my mind, ain't nobody left behind It's just me, my team, my weed, my baby's Audi parked outside Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright (Everything you do is cool) All of us in Jon's car Packed the trunk with merch, I was tryna be a star Same time I was cool with Uzi, dawg, my life felt like a movie I left my troubled home—Hollywood, what the fuck am I doin'? I finally found peace, I suck when I get it I see worth in myself, I won't run away again I'm prayin' for my friends, they prayin' this won't end But I know it does, just like all things In the end, it's just me and my mood swings And the one-nine-nine (And the one-nine-nine-nine is comin') Is comin', is comin' And that one-nine-nine, boy (And the one-nine-nine-nine) One-nine-nine is comin', is comin' (You know that it's comin') I got Georgia on my mind, ain't nobody left behind It's just me, my team, my weed, my baby's Audi parked outside Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright (Everything you do is cool) I got Georgia on my mind, ain't nobody left behind It's just me, my team, my weed, my baby's Audi parked outside Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright (Everything you do is cool) I got Georgia on my mind, ain't nobody left behind It's just me, my team, my weed, my baby's Audi parked outside Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright (Everything you do is cool) My troubled home—Hollywood, what the fuck am I doin'? Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My troubled home—Hollywood, what the fuck am I doin'? Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Jack Antonoff, Romil Hemnani, Ian Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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