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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
Snow Strippers
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald E Cannon
Songwriter
Gaspard Auge
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Xavier de Rosnay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Holland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Cannon
Producer
Kamron Krieger
Assistant Engineer
Lou Carrao
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Top Floor
Sleep on me if you wanna
I can't even see myself, be myself, be myself
I can't even see myself, I'm myself, I'm myself
I can't see myself, hurt myself, hurt myself
I can't be myself, see myself, fuck myself (I wanna see it)
I can't be myself, see myself, I'm myself
I can't be myself, see myself, slice myself (don't be shy)
I can't sell my soul, clean my soul, slice my soul
I can't be myself, see myself, freak myself (woah)
Freak myself
I can't free myself
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
Take your bitch, call emergency
Ain't no bitch never heard of me
I fuck hoes off burgundy, she said "Can I get a Birkin please?"
I did three hoes in one day, so I gave my fourth girl dirty D
In her jaw, she want a breaker, Ed, Edd and Eddy like Double D
Sent her an Uber, like "Come with me"
I ain't even touch her, she cum for me
Takin' these percs, she known for me
Fuck on her friends, 'cause she wrong for me (freak myself)
Don't be nervous (fuck on her friends, 'cause she wrong for me)
I just want you to go crazy when the beat drop, just like, just-
Takin' these percs, she numb for me
Fuck on her friends, yeah, she wrong for me (freak myself)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah
Takin' these pills, and these pills got me outer space
Got me out of my mind, I went and-, aagh
All of my money, my pants, my money, my money, my pants
My watch on my wrist, it ain't coachin' with fans
My Richard, my Richard, my Richard a millie
It cost way more than your lil' Rollie
I treat my foreign like it was a stoley
I put the ice on my ankle like goalie
Diamond my neck and it can't get no colder
Solitaire ring, and my neck is boulder
Love for my job, but I'm still sellin' coca
I know some bitches that diggin' the soda
I like this bitch, but I can't even hold her
None of these bitches, we really don't own 'em
Yellow stones on me, they look like it's sunny
One of my chains on my neck is a Franko
It was a dip in the ocean like Homer
None of these niggas they fresher than Uzi
Feelin' up on me like an organ donor, woah
None of these niggas they fresher than Uzi
Feelin' up on me like an organ donor
She gave me head like that bitch got diploma
Can pour up a four, but I ain't want paloma
She pull up on me to handle the boner
Original YSL, bitch, I'm a stoner, woo, woo
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
The fire alarm, the fire alarm
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Woo-woo
Woo-woo
Writer(s): Donald E. Cannon, Xavier De Rosnay, Gaspard Michel Andre Auge, Symere Woods, Graham Perez, Tatiana J. Schwaninger
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