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Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Agung Mango
Lead Vocals
Samuel Cox
Guitar
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Di Lorenzo
Mastering Engineer
Sam Varghese
Producer
Texty
You been to Asala?
Yes, I've been to Asala
Eh, yeah, I've been to there
But I've never been to heaven
I've never been to hell
Hell is here, heaven is here
This is in my belief, in my-, kno-, I call knowledge
Heaven is here, hell is here
You live in there
Because you're happy you come to the heaven
Because you're sad you go to hell
I'm feelin' rich like Brighton
I got a hook like Tyson
I got a singin' like Bryson
She give me brain like Einstein
I'm subscribed to a playgirl
She in love with this playboy
Come get shot by a taker
I've been workin' on his decoy
Fuck her out no prosciutto
When in Venice what to end though
I see you shopping by the window
You're a goof, no clue though
I'm smokin' on the finest, like LaBeouf
Gettin' cramps, she might cough in the booth
Not for T, not for Gazzy, it's the truth
I'm smoking jazz, put the 'herbie' and the 'zoot'
I said, "Watch out"
Don't pity your one, don't pity your one
Don't keep your watch out
Don't pity your one, don't pity your one
I'm 'bout to break out
Get-get ready, time for vacation
Find me in Indonesia, I'll be gettin' blazin'
Doin', doin' doin', doin' what I wanna do
Doin', doin', I'll be far from your pity girl
Let me break out, eh-eh-eh
I ain't tryin' to switch that hoe, gimme a day out
Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me find-find my way out
Bark, bark, bark
I'm a, I'm a dog, I'm a mother fuckin' Greyhound
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Goin' fuckin' straight, you been livin' in the ground
Why you gotta talk? Whenever you gotta to preach
You talk too much, yeah, you miss your own reach
It's ok to be the best, but pragmatic is deaf
I keep it on speed-dial, that's goin' up
I'm a flap boy (he's a flap boy)
I'm a flap boy, (he's flap boy)
I'm a flap boy (he's a flap boy)
I'm a fla-fla, fla-fla
I'm a flap boy (he's a flap boy)
I'm a flap boy (he's a flap boy)
I'm a flap boy (he's a flap boy)
I'm a fla
I'm a star and nobody can't guide me
Off a plate, no charlie
Off the stage from the mic to the party
With Darly chillin' in West Barley
Barely be high all seasons
Bet he got a rooftop, bet he got some lesions
Bet he got a risk or reasons
Bet he got a big gut, bet he got praise
I said, "Watch out"
Don't pity your one, don't pity your one
Don't keep your watch out
Don't pity your one, don't pity your one
I'm 'bout to break out
Don't pity your one, don't pity your one
Don't pity your one, don't pity your one
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