Créditos

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Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Voz
nami
nami
Teclados
Sinéad Harnett
Sinéad Harnett
Artista sampleado
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Letrista
Corinne Bailey Rae
Corinne Bailey Rae
Letrista
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Letrista
Jonas Koch
Jonas Koch
Letrista
Levi Miucci
Levi Miucci
Letrista
Mino Drerup
Mino Drerup
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
LBambino
LBambino
Producción
Saint Mino
Saint Mino
Producción
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingeniería de masterización
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización
Jonas Koch
Jonas Koch
Producción
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

Ayy, I keep it funky with the bitches, I got player ways Can't fall asleep after I hit, I gotta stay awake I buss it down, she want ten rounds, I gotta take a break My conscience blinded, I be tryna fuck the pain away I have no time to wine and dine, I gotta run the streets Every woman I done fucked with been in love with me She don't want nothing but a little company Until the sun is up and that's enough for me I knew that you would never be mine I knew that you was just one call away from pressing decline I knew that time was of the essence, no it never rewinds You know the press is full of lies, so why you pressing your line? And I know it eats you up inside to have to tell me the truth Ain't no way you think I think she love me better than you I think that nigga you be talking to be doing too much You wipe your tears in front the mirror, now you thinking 'bout us Please don't worry 'bout it, baby girl, I'm not in a rush He won't ever get too crazy girl, that boy know what's up You know who to trust, I'ma be there long as I breathe air And if I die, I'll keep you smiling from the sky Ayy, I keep it funky with the bitches, I got player ways Can't fall asleep after I hit, I gotta stay awake I buss it down, she want ten rounds, I gotta take a break My conscience blinded, I be tryna fuck the pain away I have no time to wine and dine, I gotta run the streets Every woman I done fucked with been in love with me She don't want nothing but a little company Until the sun is up, and that's enough for me I don't know that girl and if I do it's not like that And if I did, it was a while ago, before you took me back You always focused on the past, when I be all about that ass When I be all up in them guts, you know you love to throw it back You know I live for you and me, I know sometimes it's hard to see I know I complicated things, I know you scared to say the least But c'est la vie, estarè aqui Namaste, nah mean? These hoes don't mean a thing Ayy, I keep it funky with the bitches, I got player ways Can't fall asleep after I hit, I gotta stay awake I buss it down, she want ten rounds, I gotta take a break My conscience blinded, I be tryna fuck the pain away I have no time to wine and dine, I gotta run the streets Every woman I done fucked with been in love with me She don't want nothing but a little company Until the sun is up, and that's enough for me When I was like in sixth grade, I was ditching with gangster guys And I started dressing like that Getting my tattoos, leaving home (leaving home) He wanted money, I go "I'll go and get it for you" He's all like, "How you gon' get it?" That's how I got the money I was like, so in love with him that anything he said, I did (I did) He started giving me letters every day and I would be like "Oh, he loves me, he loves me" even though I knew, you know? He was lying
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Corinne Bailey Rae, Mino Drerup, Dylan Ismael Teixeira, Levi Miucci, Jonas Koch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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