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Run The Jewels - never look back (Art Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
Trackstar The DJ
Trackstar The DJ
Scratches
EL-P
EL-P
Vocals
Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire
Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire
Speaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Michael Render
Michael Render
Lyrics
Torbitt Schwartz
Torbitt Schwartz
Composer
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Composer
Hugh Anthony Allison
Hugh Anthony Allison
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Kelly
Leon Kelly
Recording Engineer
Kaushlesh "Garry" Purohit
Kaushlesh "Garry" Purohit
Recording Engineer
Carl Bespolka
Carl Bespolka
Recording Engineer
Jonathan Lackey
Jonathan Lackey
Recording Engineer
joey raia
joey raia
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Little Shalimar
Little Shalimar
Co-Producer
Kevin Frias
Kevin Frias
Recording Engineer
EL-P
EL-P
Producer
Wilder Zoby
Wilder Zoby
Co-Producer

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81 miles to the hour down road (Uh, uh, uh) Never looked back, never ever went slow Never look back, heard 'em say that before Never look back, never stare at a ghost BK air in the summertime choke (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Ain't shit fly but the drones, oh no (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Low on the smokes, grab another pack, go Pops smoked too when playing piano Pops, I'm you, it's funny how that go Mom, you too, I never could drink slow Never look back, heard 'em say that before Sound like the type of advice I'd ignore Funny how time feel off tick tock You thinking deaths beat it drop a clock shot Never smoke sad, I heard that's a thought Got 44 bucks on the smoke, whatchu got? Got my mind on a mission on the road to perdition The crime and the grind, I'll admit it, I'm wit' it Must've suckle up crime for my mama right titty 'Cause if dollars made cents, no question she was with it She was queen-dependent, independent, when I was a kiddy Uncle Luke don't stop, get it-get it, Magic City Mama told me never give a nigga my plug Then she told me never give these bitches my love Still 'til this day, bruh, I'm missing my girl Still 'til this day, I'm perfectin' my thug Daddy told me never give a honey my money Had to ask daddy, "Did that include mommy?" Made dollar, made cents, made money-money-money Got a wife built like a Playboy bunny Fucked up, but I kept her 'cause I keep it one hunnid Made a mil, that's for real, ain't a damn thing funny Ne-never look back Never look back Never look back Never look back So here's the play, you can't go forward and you can't go back The past, the present, the future, all irrelevant The only thing that matters is latitude Gratitude is everything, time is nothing '81 when I moved to the county where the kings is Walk past St. James place where the king lived Think quick, never saw class, a delinquent Now I get cash for the beats and the sync ships Smart ass kid with a mean lip Mom said J gonna speak, better mean it (Deepness) Now I'm on fleek as a preset I don't wear a leash in the least but I'm beasting Never look back, you will only get bitter If you get bitter, you will never get better Never get better, then you never get bigger Never get bigger then you never make cheddar Tell the truth, fella, you were never really special You were just a lame nigga with a hit record Your time came and it changed like the weather Run The Jewels, motherfucker, we still forever Ne-never look back Never look back Never look back Never look back N-n-never, n-never, never look back N-n-never, n-never, never look back Never-n-never-n-n-never look back Never-n-n-n-never, never look back
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, Wilder Zoby Schwartz, Hugh Anthony Allison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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