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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
William Francis Delaney VI
William Francis Delaney VI
Additional Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When the sun goes down When the J go 'round In the middle of the night Bet your girl goes down Rain come down Rain come down, rain come down Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain) Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain) Rain come down, d'ya man lay down? No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain, rain) No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain come down) No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain, rain, whoo) No (rain, rain, rain), no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down) I'm the man, ten toes in the street I'm the blood on the leaves, I'm the nose in the Sphinx Where I'm from, we don't go to police Where I'm from, we don't run, we just roll with the heat I'm the back of the bus, take a seat Take a ride on the side, where we die in the street And the cops don't come for some weeks No, the cops don't come for some weeks Ridin' in a drop-top, sun where I think Might get JFK'd, hope not, I pray if If so, ain't no thang to a G I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day I run north side of the beach Run these streets like Ali Bomaye I'm Lou' Bourgeois on the beat Best bet, try not to compete When the sun goes down When the J go 'round In the middle of the night Bet your girl goes down Rain come down I'm the man, ten toes in the street I'm the blood on the leaves, I'm the nose in the Sphinx Where I'm from, we don't go to police Where I'm from, we don't run, we just roll with the heat I'm the back of the bus, take a seat Take a ride on the side, where we die in the street And the cops don't come for some weeks No, the cops don't come for some weeks Ridin' in a drop-top, sun where I think Might get JFK'd, hope not, I pray if If so, ain't no thang to a G I feel just like Snoop on Andre Day I run north side of the beach Run these streets like Ali Bomaye I'm Lou' Bourgeois on the beat Best bet, try not to compete When the sun goes down When the J go 'round In the middle of the night Bet your girl goes down Rain come down Rain come down, rain come down Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain) Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain) Rain come down, d'ya man lay down? Paid a pretty penny for my peace of mind Never need a girl to love me, I just need 'em fine On Parisian time, don't be trippin' on a text back In another world, Covergirl, but her chest flat Two-page spread in the CR, think it was for Wang Can't remember spring or fall, read it on a plane Long flights playin' with my brain Long nights, long summers, we in Spain Car color of La Haine She gettin' naked under covers for the fame She don't wanna be another whats-her-name Brown skin, blonde brain, Etta James Make it rain in the club Don't you dream of how it feel to be in love? What you drinkin'? Need a buzz? Don't drown in the brown, just drown in the sound When the sun goes down When the J go 'round In the middle of the night Bet your girl goes down Rain come down Rain come down, rain come down Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain) Rain come down, rain come down (and the rain) Rain come down, d'ya man lay down? No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain, rain) No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain come down) No, no, no, no (rain, rain), no, no, no (rain, rain, whoo) No (rain, rain, rain), no, no, no, no, no, no (rain come down)
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Zack Sekoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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