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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Cordae
Podobné skladby
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freaky Rob
Guitar
G Koop
Programming
Kid Culture
Programming
Cordae
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Daniel Hackett
Songwriter
Robert Mandell
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cordae Dunston
Executive Producer
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
G Koop
Producer
Kid Culture
Producer
Mike Robbins
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Texty
Uh, you can be who you wanna be
But had to be myself, for real
No pretending, no faking me
'Cause gettin' out this shell is real
I don't know where I'm headed next, but
Man, I can't even fake no more
Surrounded by lies and bullshit
Nigga, I can't even take no more
See, I woke up havin' a bad day
And I gotta get the dollar any fast way
'Cause a nigga growin' up never had shit
I was actin' way too passive
I've been up and down, 'round and 'round
Tryna find my way back home
Gone too long, drownin' out
Still gonna play that song
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, Annie, are you right?
Never got that text back from the other night
Let me tell you something that I really know
I was down bad, up on my ass, I had to go
Okay, sometimes I know I'm dead wrong
So I just put it all in these songs
Shit, I'm still just finding myself
Finding myself up out of this zone, nigga
Wish me well, jezebel, get out of my sight
I excel, then I sell shows out for the night
Uh, you can be who you wanna be
But had to be myself, for real
No pretending, no faking me
'Cause gettin' out this shell is real
I don't know where I'm headed next, but
Man, I can't even fake no more
Surrounded by lies and bullshit
Nigga, I can't even take no more
See, I woke up havin' a bad day
And I gotta get the dollar any fast way
'Cause a nigga growin' up never had shit
I was actin' way too passive
I've been up and down, 'round and 'round
Tryna find my way back home
Gone too long, drownin' out
Still gonna play that song
Tryna find my way back home
I been gone eight months out the year so far
Made a wrong turn on the dark road on my way back
Crossed through a couple toll roads, had to pay tax
Back and forth, I been fuckin' back
Had to get a bag, had to bring it back
Shit so different now, had to readjust
Ain't too many people that I could trust
Keep to myself, ay, spend this shit all on myself, uh
Where would I be without self? Uh
Look in the mirror like, "Boy, you look good"
Yeah, that's right, had to pick up myself, uh (pick up myself)
I'm doin' me, you should do you, fuck everybody else
Don't need nobody else
Uh, you can be who you wanna be
But had to be myself, for real
No pretending, no faking me
'Cause gettin' out this shell is real
I don't know where I'm headed next, but
Man, I can't even fake no more
Surrounded by lies and bullshit
Nigga, I can't even take no more
See, I woke up havin' a bad day
And I gotta get the dollar any fast way
'Cause a nigga growin' up never had shit
I was actin' way too passive
I've been up and down, 'round and 'round
Tryna find my way back home
Gone too long, drownin' out
Still gonna play that song
Writer(s): Robert Mandell, Cordae Dunston, Daniel Hackett
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