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Listen to Detroit by Big Sean
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Performer
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Composer
Dwane Weir II
Dwane Weir II
Composer
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Composer
Lawrence Lamont Jenkins
Lawrence Lamont Jenkins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Key Wane
Key Wane
Producer
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Producer
Gregg Rominiecki
Gregg Rominiecki
Mixing Engineer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lawrence Lamont Jenkins
Lawrence Lamont Jenkins
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh Look, bitch, please, don't act like my friend, be my friend My mama said, "Don't act like a man, be a man Quit going overboard," I think it's finally sinkin' in KeY Wane on the beat, you know that be my favorite BPM Hol' up, fuck me over once, you never seein' me again Fuck me over twice, and I'm the last thing you see Never thought I'd be investin' in restaurants with Hov And see my movie theater downtown Detroit opening doors Dawg, I seen niggas get buried in suits that never wore suits That shit can get deep as my Nigerian roots And I need therapy too, someone that care for me too Someone who there for me to the point When they not there, it still feel like they there for me too My zone is not a comfort zone, you can't compare me to you That's mastermind advice (advice) Livin' a life that's overpriced Lookin' like I sold my soul, bought it back, then I sold it twice No, just years in the makin' Love makin' is the only thing happenin' overnight Look, dawg, I been meditating on top of the mountain So many lies spread about me, no point in respondin' I realized that some stars live way above the comets Million-dollar deals on my iPhone, signature electronic And my soul is solid (solid) And my heart bipolar ('polar) And I done flown in my zone like drones over the housing Cut from a special cloth, reap what I'm sowing Only following my soldiers and the homies Watching myself like bitches talkin' to me, tell 'em watch they tone And this is my atonement Couldn't get this far without everybody help When you number one that mean your back to everybody else So I watch that shit I rather pass the ball than to drop that shit I seen egos sinking for the game, losing brick, look, he ain't winning shit Prize's the last to thing to fall, advice is first of all That's why I stay listening, like I stay hydrated Phone and aura both vibrating Vibe contagious, not complacent, tryna pace it But me and my 'ponent are nonadjacent And when you pay it forward, the rest of your life gon' feel like compensation Don (Don) Bitch
Writer(s): Sean Anderson, Dwane Weir, Esperanza Spalding, Amaire Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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