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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(It's Great John beats, baby) (Great John on the beat, by the way) Right now I'm hurtin', so I can't show love Buggin' off them drugs, I might run off on the plug I ain't never do no drill off no pill, I was sober If they catch me lackin', told them, "Make sure that it's over" Make sure that it's, make sure that it's lit On the internet he tough, but out in person, he a bitch No, she thought I was the shit Now shawty say I'm lit If it ain't 'bout no money, don't be callin' me for shit Iced out even when the lights out I'm so high, you could see my cloud Nigga, I ain't really hearin' what you sayin' right now Nigga, I ain't really playin' right now Red beam, nigga, I ain't gotta aim right now But it's okay Wouldn't let me fuck back then, said, "No way" Now she see I pull up, black Benz on the freeway Now she see I'm up, she be actin' like she need, sleep, huh Runnin' to that money 'til my knees weak I just slut two hoes, that's a three-piece She said she wan' marry me, I said I love the streets, huh Can't let mama bury me, I'm ridin' with my heat, huh You don't know what I came from, huh Just 'cause he day one, don't mean he day one I know some shit, won't say none I might just play dumb, you know I'm A-1, ayy, huh Lil' bad bitch from the Valley-O Too freak, let me fuck her on the patio She know my name, but she still call me daddy-O You know the game, I don't play it, I just know the controls, ayy You know the sayin', better pay what you owe Back then money short, I was prayin' it grow, ayy You'll prolly never feel the pain in my soul So I'm tryna put the pain in my songs I be this way 'til I'm gone Still I ride with it Gotta survive, I can't die living Tell the truth, why you lie? Ain't no smiles in it My demons cry, and I forgive 'em, ayy I'm better off on my lonely Less chance a nigga switchin' up on me I know shit's sad, but you gotta watch homies They don't understand, real niggas only, ayy Birthdays was the worst days Now we, sip lean when we thirsty, ayy I put some ice where my heart stay How that black boy shine in a dark place? Ayy I'm not nice enough, ayy My bread pilin' up, my fit stylin' tucked I don't smile enough I don't smile enough, ayy I'm not nice enough, ayy My bread pilin' up, my fit stylin' tucked I don't smile enough I don't smile enough Let me hear that
Writer(s): Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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