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ScHoolboy Q - Tales [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Jacob Dutton
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
Robert Mandell
Robert Mandell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake One
Jake One
Producer
G Koop
G Koop
Producer
Aria Angel Ali
Aria Angel Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope heads Tell you all about it, pops livin' and still dead Tell you all about it, rag blue but bleed red Tell you all about it, TV done got us all Tell you all about it, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha, ha, haa Who that N-word in that candy glow? (Glow) Who that kid with no drive but at the park? (Park) You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh (Uh) Nigga, you that dude behind tape, surrounded art, uh (Uh) Drop the jet, I found my arch, uh (Uh) Before Instagram, we gram first the month (Yeah) Before the gates on our block, we in the front (Uh, yeah) Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones (Uh) Stretch smoke in my blunt, I need the funds (Uh, yeah) Look (Nigga) I could've went deep one, but like I wasn't wit' it My SATs and grades was high enough, but I wasn't with it I could bring my dawgs with me so I wasn't wit' it With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping Not a drop of blood in us but can't say we ain't cousins Was on the thizz all week, I think I'm finally recovering Now tell your body (Your body, your body, your body, uh) Woo (Yo) Now tell your (My feelings, my demons) I'm living, I'm dreaming Now, tell your body (I've found it, I've tried it) I felt it, my fire How many tears am I gonna shed for our goal? (Uh) The pigs been known is my heart been skipping I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect A star is born, sometimes I drive-by, I need it My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't have shit on the smoke The homies tell me I'ma burn up but never threw me a rope They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life in my stash One more strike, I'm with the lifeless, split the fifty in half I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts They put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a chance The only way that we'll see 30 'less is we live in the can Then probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a hoe Because the man of the house ain't the man no mo And the bitch I call my girl, she done found my dope I send her in a deep depression 'til our post went ghost And I just sit and watch from hell as the pyro grow So long, stuck behind the fire tryna clown my flow I tell your body (Your body, your body, your body, your body...) (Woo)
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, Robert Mandell, Dacoury Dahi Natche, Quincy Matthew Hanley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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