Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
JEIA
JEIA
Guitar
Leon McQuay III
Leon McQuay III
Bass
Lauren Santi
Lauren Santi
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Febby Tan
Febby Tan
Songwriter
Louis Kevin Celestin
Louis Kevin Celestin
Songwriter
Bonnie Flower
Bonnie Flower
Songwriter
Wendy Flower-Freeman
Wendy Flower-Freeman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Producer
Thurdi
Thurdi
Mixing Engineer
Lauren D'Elia
Lauren D'Elia
Engineer
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Chris Bhikoo
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Engineer
Mario Luciano
Mario Luciano
Additional Producer

Lyrics

Sexy lil' diva, many can't reach her Diva like Bey, no opera singer She just livin' in my mind, rent-free Weed and greed is all I need Seen her, lookin' like magazines Picture me with the 55 millimeter Girl, you intrigue me, yeah, uh No fair, this is not common I can find girls like them, no problem, baby But you not them, baby, no No air, there is no oxygen When I see you, many men feel like me (like, like, like me), like me, yeah I know, she got niggas on a leash I know, she rock Vicky's underneath I know, she not slick and she a freak, well, mm Gotta be committed for at least, well, mm Who knows? Part of the mystique, well, mm I been eyein' close for the details, mm Like kaleidoscope, I just see 12, uh Reasons why I'm cuffin', where does she dwell? Uh Need to come and touch it, like I read Braille I'm off track like I derailed, these broads wack, she no ordinary female Like, she went paperless, she don't need mail She got paper, they inquire through the e-mails Bitches hatin', ho, be quiet up in retail I been lustin' for an eon, I mean well, but No fair, this is not common (not common) I can find girls like them, no problem, baby (no problem, baby, yeah) But you not them, baby, no (not them, no) No air, there is no oxygen When I see you, many men feel like me (like me), like me (like me), yeah (yeah) Hands like this (like this), put up your hands like this (like this) If you need romance like this (like this) Fuck is he sayin' like this? (Like this) But did he say it like this? (Like this) Oh no, he ain't say it like this (like this) I had to say it like this (yeah, yeah, yeah) Stop playin' like, like, like, like, like, like
Writer(s): Louis Celestin, Bryson Tiller, Bonnie Rae Flower, Wendy Ellen Flower-freeman, Leon Mcquay, Febby Tan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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