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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SZA
SZA
Vocals
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyran Donaldson
Tyran Donaldson
Songwriter
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Songwriter
Josef Leimberg
Josef Leimberg
Songwriter
Isaiah McClain
Isaiah McClain
Songwriter
Solana Rowe
Solana Rowe
Songwriter
Solána Rowe
Solána Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scum
Scum
Producer
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Producer
Josef Leimberg
Josef Leimberg
Producer
Prophit
Prophit
Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

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You are but a phoenix among feathers You're broken by the waves among the sea And they'll let you die, they'll let you wash away But you swim as well as you fly Pretty little bird Pretty little bird You've hit the window a few times (the window a few times) You pretty little bird Pretty little bird You still ain't scared of no heights When the spiral down feels as good as the flight up When hating you feels good for the night When the morning comes I hope you're still mine When the morning comes If the morning comes When the morning comes If the morning comes (when the morning comes I hope you're still mine) When the morning comes If the morning comes Told you I like gentle giants so you softened up And you been jack'n, bean'n, stalk'n just to get to me love I wanna be your golden goose I wanna shave my legs for you I wanna take all of my hair down and let you lay in it Spread all of my limbs out and let you lay in it Pretty little birds Pretty little birds Do you mean every word you mean, every word? (Do you mean?) Pretty little girls Pretty little girls (pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty) We hit the window a few times (the wall, the wall) I can't stay But I would lay But I would I would Lately I feel like I'm robbin' myself Like I'm robbin' mines Diamond cerebral peek into your cortex Be faithful and free and just play in your vortex I see you 'Lana you fly by the pound (pound) Fly by the ounce (ounce) Fly to the south Don't mind them bitches that's cleanin' my house Lord, you can see, Lord You see them heights that niggas can't afford I see them lights that you made for that shit Fuck all that playin', you pay for that shit But my wings don't spread like they used to But I wanna fly with you 'Til we hit the heavens My wings don't spread like they used to But I wanna fly with you 'Til we hit the heavens 'Til we hit the heavens
Writer(s): Solana Rowe, Josef Leimberg, Tyran Levon Donaldson, Carter Lang Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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