Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Autoría
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Autoría
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Autoría
Simon Robert Beddoe
Simon Robert Beddoe
Autoría
Tommy Evans
Tommy Evans
Autoría
Dominic Howard
Dominic Howard
Autoría
Tarek Christopher Modi
Tarek Christopher Modi
Autoría
Daniel James Templeman
Daniel James Templeman
Autoría
Ruby Wood
Ruby Wood
Autoría
C. Hargreaves
C. Hargreaves
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Producción
Tarik Azzouz
Tarik Azzouz
Producción
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingeniería de mezcla
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Asistente de ingeniería
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Asistente de ingeniería
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Asistente de ingeniería
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
With what the young generation's doing
And I'm like, "Yo, man, you really just got to do this shit"
Worrying about or tryna figure out what they need to think or like it or not
Aw man, you gon' have about five years go by
Next thing you know, you ain't gon' wanna do this shit no more
But you really just gotta do you
[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
(Going by)
(Going, going, gone, gone, gone, gone)
(Going by)
(Going, going, gone, gone, gone, gone)
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
(Going by)
Go!
[Verse 3]
Years go by, where we at right now? (Now)
Dog we, might be able to relax right now (Now)
Pressure on me whenever I'm flatlined down
I can't keep 'em on my back right now
The game called me and said, "Come back right now" (Right now)
Put the fire on the fuckin' wax right now, yeah (Right now)
She want all the eggs in one batch right now, but (Right, right now)
I can't risk that right now, no
City on fire, that's 'cause of me and Jack, huh (Me and Jack)
Fifty deuce got the city loose, goin' platinum (Goin' platinum)
Spit the truth in the booth, give it to the fandom (Fandom)
Listen boo, I gotta make these anthems
Anywho, she went ghost on me, Danny Phantom
Single ladies, romance 'em (Romance 'em)
Hold me baby, no ransom
Know me crazy, throwin' tantrums
[Verse 4]
(Yeah)
Know me crazy
Know me crazy
(Baby, baby)
Yeah (Oh)
Years go by (Yeah)
Years go by (Yeah)
Years go by
[Verse 5]
Listen up (Going by)
Huh
[Verse 6]
Yeah, show tonight, hoe it's hype, won't you let go tonight
Baby, get closer right, it was meant for you (Yeah)
Heard it right, bitches ain't sittin' it for you (No)
Certified, bonafide, genuine for you, that's (That's real-real)
That's a fuckin' synonym for you
Givenchy, you like 'em? I'll send 'em in for you
Split it with a ****, got the dividends for you
You down with it, wood brown, cinnamon for you
Yeah, you don't live for this life, girl, I know
But this is the life I know
Yes, it took a little time
Just to grown a ****, but I've grown since then
And I promise, we gon' keep it solid
Keep away all the monsters
Fuck this nonsense, no dividin', we conquer
It's that anniversary
Sing that shit like Tony, sing this chorus and this verse for me
Bae it's Gawdtilla
[Verse 7]
(Where you goin'?)
('Fore this time go)
(Going, going, gone, gone, gone)
Go!
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Nicholas Warwar, Tarik Azzouz, Simon Robert Beddoe, Tommy Evans, Christopher Hargreaves, Dominic Howard, Daniel James Templeman, Ruby Cinnabar Wood
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