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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SheedTs
SheedTs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rasheed Rose
Rasheed Rose
Songwriter
Trevor Nase
Trevor Nase
Songwriter
Darrius Quince
Darrius Quince
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter A. Barker at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Peter A. Barker at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Stewart at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Jacob Stewart at Spin Move, (Los Angeles, California) & Pen Station Studios (Santa Monica, California)
Mixing Engineer
Chen Shen
Chen Shen
Mixing Engineer
Shihadeh Nathen at Manhattan Beach Recording, New York, NY
Shihadeh Nathen at Manhattan Beach Recording, New York, NY
Engineer
Shihadeh Nathen at Rotation Records, Norristown, PA
Shihadeh Nathen at Rotation Records, Norristown, PA
Engineer
Nas-T
Nas-T
Producer
Incredi Beatz
Incredi Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Come on, Sheedts Let's do it Dance with her own I see the way ya going And I'm not proud of decisions I made when we was growin' I used to post you on the Insta get the people knowin' Now you postin' by yourself, I see a frequent showin' Had to block you on the social just to find some peace Then the peace never is there when you truly need it Deep down I feel defeated, pictures of us I deleted Only posting pictures of yourself, but you say I'm conceded Swear it's no coincidence with you and him, you know I see it Thought that I could be it, prayed that you would see it All the effort that we put in got me thinkin', "What's the reason?" Used to dream about a time that me and you could call it even You deaded the shit, now I'm havin' trouble grievin' Told me you wanted space for the work you needed 'Stead you wanted space for the work of demons Pretty outside but the inside is feeling squeamish Bank account whole, but my heart bank broke to pieces So I kept grindin' don't matter now I fill beaches It was bad blood got bread now all leaches Man, I miss bud, goddamn, shit, we all speechless Crying over bitches, ain't thurl we all reach it Some way, somehow, they gon' get it, I ain't gotta teach it Talked about a compromise that we can make, I hope we reach it I should have hope we reach it I hope we reach it, all right yeah I should have hope we reach it I should have hope we reach it, alright, yeah I just gotta stay focused, people say I'm chosen Wanna see the world, but I got family in the ocean I'm standin' on business, I ain't movin' off emotion Me and dot was really getting loads off a coaching I ain't poppin' percs in pain, I take ibuprofen, yeah I ain't poppin' percs in pain, I take ibuprofen I ain't poppin' percs in pain, yeah Most people, they tell you that they love you, but they don't Sometimes I feel like Heezy I'm just better on my own But I'm so optimistic of the love that we on I wish that I could miss it, but the drugs have me gone I just flew another city, but I'm still coming home Yeah, but I'm still coming home I just flew another city, but I'm still coming home, yeah
Writer(s): Darrius Quince, Rasheed Rose, Trevor Nase Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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