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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Diane Schuur
Diane Schuur
Performer
Count Basie and His Orchestra
Count Basie and His Orchestra
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy McHugh
Jimmy McHugh
Songwriter
Harold Adamson
Harold Adamson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Morgan Ames
Morgan Ames
Producer
Jeffrey Weber
Jeffrey Weber
Producer
Alan Sides
Alan Sides
Recording Engineer
Bill Dooley
Bill Dooley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mike Morongell
Mike Morongell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark McKenna
Mark McKenna
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robert Delagarza
Robert Delagarza
Assistant Recording Engineer
Claudio Ordenes
Claudio Ordenes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Don Murray
Don Murray
Mixing Engineer
Judy Clapp
Judy Clapp
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bruce Botnick
Bruce Botnick
Editing Engineer

Letras

"That's the shit I'm talking about though, like you changed up, you don't even fucking link nobody no more, you just dash me away like a cyattie. Yo, you cheesed me dog." Always felt like my vision been bigger than the bigger picture Crazy how you gotta wait until it's dark out to see who really with you Crazy how even when it miss you, shit'll come back around and get you Crazy like all my niggas, crazy like all my niggas Remember I deleted all my other girls numbers out the phone for you? Remember when you had to take the Bar exam, I drove in the snow for you? You probably don't remember half the shit a nigga did for you Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then, girl How 'bout now? Cause I'm up right now and you stuck right now Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then, girl How 'bout now? Cause I'm up right now and you stuck right now You thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl How 'bout now? Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then, girl How 'bout now? Cause I'm up right now and you stuck right now Always been daddy's little angel I bought your dad a bunch of shit for Christmas, he ain't even say thank you I had no money left from acting, I was focused on the music I used to always try and burn you CDs of my new shit You be like "who's this?" I be like "me, girl" You be like "oh word, true shit?" Then ask if we could listen to Ludacris And car rides made me feel like I was losing it Yeah, made me feel I ain't have it like that Like I was average like that Started drinking way more than I used to People form habits like that, girl Yeah, man enough to tell you I was hurt that year I'm not even Christian, I still went to church that year Guess I just had to pretend that year I ain't even see my friends that year Places that I should've been You ain't really fucked with me way back then but
Writer(s): Harold Adamson, Jimmy Mc Hugh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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