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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Stevie Wonder
Stevie Wonder
Harmonica
James Blake
James Blake
Vocals
Philip Bailey
Philip Bailey
Vocals
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
BJ the Chicago Kid
BJ the Chicago Kid
Vocals
The Narcotics
The Narcotics
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Blake
James Blake
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Joshua Adams
Joshua Adams
Songwriter
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Producer
J Beatzz
J Beatzz
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Assistant Producer
Zach Steele
Zach Steele
Recording Engineer
Sean Solymor
Sean Solymor
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

(This is the rewatch, the hot pockets) The fritters, the missiles, the humans All gathered in secrecy And flying high as a kite Hmm-hmm Just know what this about Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's not who you- are Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's just not your- job Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God, God Ride for it every night Visions and these angles tight Truth be told, I never try Diamonds are the wife of life All three Rollies look alike After two you get a hook-up price Stripper never worked a nine-to-five Delta and I ship it overnight Stop tryna be God almighty Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah It's never love, no matter what you try Still can see it comin' down your eyes 'Cause they did not create commandments (ooh-ooh) When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh-ooh) The signal's far from what you can be (ooh-ooh) 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's not who you- are Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's just not your- job Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God, God Stop tryna play God almighty Always keep your circle tight I been wantin' shit my whole life I wanted you bad, not tryna play God tonight If I love her I'ma pass her one First rule of war, you find an act of one You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her But never turn your back on her 'Cause they did not create commandments When you hustle, always make it fancy The signal's far from what you can be 'Cause air traffic controls the landing Yeah, yeah yeah yeah You won't succeed tryna learn me Stick to the roads in my journey Stay out of court when you got the attorney She say she love 'em, want to really burn me Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's not who you- are Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God Hmm-hmm That's just not your- job Hmm-hmm Stop tryna be God, God Is it the complex of the saint that's keepin' you so, so still? Is it a coat of old paint that's peelin' every day against our will? Is it too long since the last open conversation you had? Oh, no And did you see the void in the past? And can you ever see it comin' back? Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me? Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me? Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh That it?
Writer(s): Joshua Adams, Jacques Webster, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, James Blake Litherland, Michael G. Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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