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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Dicky
Lil Dicky
Vocals
benny blanco
benny blanco
Programming
Stan Lane
Stan Lane
Keyboards
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Programming
Eugene Tsai
Eugene Tsai
Keyboards
Lia Liza
Lia Liza
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Burd
David Burd
Lyrics
Davey Alexander Miramontez
Davey Alexander Miramontez
Composer
Jasper Lee Harris
Jasper Lee Harris
Composer
Eugene Tsai
Eugene Tsai
Composer
Lia Elizabeth Farrelly-Hodge
Lia Elizabeth Farrelly-Hodge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Dicky
Lil Dicky
Recording Engineer
benny blanco
benny blanco
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Stan Lane
Stan Lane
Producer
Jasper Harris
Jasper Harris
Producer
Michael John Gove
Michael John Gove
Recording Engineer
Kevin Peterson
Kevin Peterson
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Mixing Engineer
Eugene Tsai
Eugene Tsai
Producer
Lia Liza
Lia Liza
Producer

Lyrics

(When did I start to fall?) (Will you catch me if I fall?) (I wanna know, I wanna know, oh) (Whoa, oh, oh, ooh) I gotta be everything that I could be I gotta do this thing, honestly Why can't I do it all? Honestly I bet I shock 'em when I drop, I know they probably think I'm washed I'm kettle cookin' with the chip, it's on my shoulders 'til we win I'm gettin' older by the minute, yeah, I really had it up to here They always lookin' like they're wingin' it, I've been plannin' every meal (mm) Got me sippin' on this beer, ooh, and I don't even fuck with beer, no I need some water and ideas, yeah, I gotta start to make it clear, uh I'm kinda peepin' all the fallacy, I'm powered by the people doubtin' me I had to eat it like a ton of calories, and the analogy is that I'm blowin' up But I've been carryin' this weight So I found a way and now they weighin' in on my art But I will never let nobody second guess my heart, uh I'm really sick of all the pageantry (mm) And they don't even have the faculties Yet they tryna teach me what I have to be (mm) But they don't comprehend the packaging openin' up Fuck my old shit, all of it sucked Piss on them records, I shit on them records I thank everybody who saw the potential in me But I still had to get it inevitably If I could, I would sit down and conversate with every hater And try to debate 'em, I know it's subjective But it's my objective to do it so well that it's not You can count on me, one, two, three When you got the vision up in you Why would I give a fuck what they tryna see? (Uh) How can I make such insensitive shit and be so sensitive? I'm hypocritical, too hypercritical It can get miserable, I'm up on Twitter, and I'm readin' into it And the most pitiful part of the whole thing is I wanna tweet that I'm up at the pinnacle I wanna make 'em remember they didn't know I wanna pound it in their head like Riddick Bowe I gotta tell you some shit that you didn't know Or I can let it go and just forget it But if I forget it, then they'll never get it But now it's all startin' to feel unforgettable, you lil' bitch Yeah, leveled up (uh) Fuck all that bein' benevolent I am the best there never was (uh) Remember, there ain't no timelines when you timeless (no) Ain't no guidelines when you guideless (uh) Sippin' Mai Tais, stand in top fives, knowin' my time isn't timeless Is it tickin' it? (Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick) Please don't make me get a TikTok Got my feet up while they flip-flop People tryna speak for hip-hop Got me really 'bout to call the opps out I think if I did, I'd have an anxiety attack But maybe they'll feel how real my raps are Maybe they'll believe me when I say I know I could get it if I want (uh) But gettin' that's not gettin' that If you don't get it how you want (uh) I know that's privileged, but I been embraced by a community 'Cause I'm not doin' you, I'm doin' me But I just really hope you see the you in me (yeah) 'Cause if you act cool with your guard up Then you probably out here just ballin' like Hot Sauce (uh) I'm in another fuckin' league (my G) I don't really care what the Ebros think I don't really care what they need (no) I got 'em out here actin' childish (uh) My mama hope for an engagement (uh) But I been focused on engagement This entertainment, can't entertain that shit (no) I hate doin' karaoke, but I love doin' festival (my G) I tried to be the G.O.A.T. before I tried a vegetable (my G) Two times out of ten, I might get a centerfold, but I ain't lookin' for a GD Flowin' with the rap like I get it out the tap, I ain't out here lookin' for a Fiji Yeah, I been out of bounds with it ever since I stepped in Had to smile at the intervention Back in Maui, I could feel the tension Head down, workin' high tension That's how it goes with intentions (uh) I'm pessimistic that I'm losin' something, but I'm optimistic we can get wins Icons tellin' me I'm reinventin' genres Meanwhile, a hipster in pajamas sleepwalkin' through another blog post Groundbreakin' every time I step out You know no one took it, I just stepped down Now the chef cookin', are you fed now (Mm) We'll see who's hungry in the end I gotta be (I gotta be) Gotta be (gotta be) Gotta be (gotta be) (Honestly)
Writer(s): David Burd, Jasper Harris, Eugene Tsai, Lia Liza, Davey Miramontez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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