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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Common
Common
Vocals
James Poyser
James Poyser
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Yancey
James Yancey
Songwriter
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Dee
Jay Dee
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
J Dilla
J Dilla
Producer
Todd Fairall
Todd Fairall
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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Writer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, James Dewitt Yancey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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