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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
Ravyn Lenae
Ravyn Lenae
Background Vocals
Groove
Groove
Speaker
Teddy Ray
Teddy Ray
Speaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Neil
Michael Neil
Songwriter
Tim Friedrich
Tim Friedrich
Songwriter
Ravyn Lenae Washington
Ravyn Lenae Washington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smino
Smino
Recording Engineer
Sucuki
Sucuki
Co-Producer
monte booker
monte booker
Co-Producer
Phoelix
Phoelix
Producer
Elton "L10" Chueng
Elton "L10" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Arnulfo “Arnie” Reyes III
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

If you vibrate low Don't bumble-bum-buzz my way Sweet money, heavy on the hundreds Honeycomb have yo' way (ooh, whoa) Shit be so damn funny I could just laugh all day You live in the past, that's why ya dome heavy All the nostalgia caught me sloppy The future unknow,n but all this preparin' It got me anxiety fire up the za-zy Feel more pleasant in the present Smoke my resin, get my rest in I ain't been pickin' the phone up Leave me alone, I'm in California tryna get on, I wanna go home Just take a moment, it's amazing (take a moment it's amazing) Take a moment and embrace it slowly (take a moment and embrace it) Everything you ever want and spoke out loud It just popped up in ya face, lil' homie (it just popped ya in face, homie) Imagine me takin' this for granted, granted (yeah) My garden lady said the future is now (homie) Gotta water the odds, so we can even shit out (homie) Shawty, what are the odds that we can work this shit out? Namaste for a while Hey, where you going so fast? Things you rush won't last Caught up, got so caught up (caught up) Felt so stupid (stupid) Got so caught up (caught up) Dumb-dumb, doofus (doofus) Hey, don't blame yourself If you vibrate low Don't bumble-bum-buzz my way (caught up) Sweet money, heavy on the hundreds Honeycomb have yo' way (ooh, whoa) Shit be so damn funny I could just laugh all day (ha, ha, ha, ha) Shit, wicked right now, nigga, and y'all tryna giggle A lot of this shit ain't funny, nigga You lost me and you 'cause I lost me in you, I'm exhausted Really the truth is I offered too much, I done turned to a voucher For your actions and mine, like they actually combined, got your back, you got mine On yo' mattress brainin' me, really attached to your spine Ghetto and gorgeous, she like it my Casanegro's invited Ball my fist up the tightest, they thought I caught arthritis Wrote it, composed it and sold it, Ethiopia signed it Got them steppers beside me, my brothers just like the Isleys Still, I don't promote violence I like 'em bowlegged and Kountry with somethin' to eat, I'm invited To your OG house, 'cause she like what that boy right there be singing 'bout And she don't want her daughter with them goofys no how Imagine me taking this for granted Imagine me taking this for- Ay, cuz This groove, mane Ay, man, Grandma just got her knee surgery, she told me to hit you She need somethin' to dance to
Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith, Michael Neil, Tim Friedrich, Ravyn Washington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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