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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fousheé
Fousheé
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Songwriter
Walter Williams
Walter Williams
Songwriter
Michael E. Neil
Michael E. Neil
Songwriter
Brittany Foushee
Brittany Foushee
Songwriter
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phoelix
Phoelix
Producer
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Producer
Spencer Dennis
Spencer Dennis
Recording Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Trevor Taylor
Trevor Taylor
Assistant Engineer
Ivan Handwerk
Ivan Handwerk
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Producer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Engineer
Fili Filizzola
Fili Filizzola
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, oh, yeah Yeah Supernova high like glitter in the sky I'm faded out my mind, let's make a memory Running through my mind, I think you may be my type Or you could be cyanide but I'll never leave I'ma let it play out, maybe we can hang out You got everything I need I done let this drink orbit, now I got a taste for it I'ma wipe the whole plate clean I been keeping myself icy Never seen nobody I need My squad got the blicky, don't squeeze 'Cause my niggas don't play about me Supernova high like glitter in the sky I'm faded out my mind, let's make a memory Running through my mind, I think you may be my type Or you could be cyanide but I'll never leave Running like Nike, we picking up speed Southside in a flash, two-door squeaky clean I'm with all the money, I'm a money tree I don't chase nobody, I just plant my feet And they come to me (no), they run to me Like a blitz, didn't make the team I'm making hits, blink and I might take your bitch Smoking on that stanky shit, might pull up in a new spaceship I'm his supernova so he shooting star'd my necklace Supernova high like glitter in the sky I'm faded out my mind, let's make a memory Running through my mind, I think you may be my type Or you could be cyanide, but I'll never leave
Writer(s): Walter Williams, Robert Clark Bisel, Britanny Foushee, Dylan Texiera, Michael E Neil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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