Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Mount Kimbie
Intérprete
Dom Maker
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Dom Maker
Composición
slowthai
Composición
Danny Brown
Composición
James Blake
Composición
Kalim Patel
Composición
Producción e ingeniería
Dom Maker
Producción
Dillip Harris
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
How I miss the kiss
You used to give before I dipped
And dipped
And dipped
And dipped
In your eyes I'm still the kid
Doin' scratch and sniff
Before we got in whips, back in BMX
Standin' on the pegs
Askin' for a chip, just to roll a spliff
'Cause we didn't have a quid
We had to tick, and tick, and tick, and tick
Till they come for their shit, like you ain't gettin' it
(Oi, oi, oi where's my fuckin' money?)
You ain't gettin' it
[Verse 2]
Money is my glue
Grab your neck and make it blue
Sad emoji for a snakey
You ain't snakey 'cause there's nothing I won't say to you
And I don't care who you are
Get flipped apart like come and play with Zeus
We're like songs
Where you gone?
I know I'm burned
It's been too long
I huff and puff
They all fall off
Rise and shine
They're done and dust
[Verse 3]
Reachin' for guns, graspin' at straws
Stuck in the zone, we're the only ones home
It's the man in my thoughts
Seed that we sown
All that I known is I been here before
Start from the stone, never been pure
War in my dome, don't open the door
Head in my hands, sat on the floor
Boys don't cry, what you cryin' for?
[Chorus]
It's a hard knock life, wish I float away at seas
C'est la vie, such as life, don't bring sand to the beach
You can judge somebody by the company they keep
And my friends kill my friends and truthfully it's killin' me
[Verse 4]
In your eyes, see the window to your soul
Can't go back, trapped on this road, don't know which way to go
I won't bluff, don't bite my hand, and trust me, I won't fold
Knee deep in them trenches, turnin' copper into gold
Man, this world so cold, ask me how many fucks that I could give
So I roll my blunt so fat we call it body positive
You must take them bottles back with all of that cappin'
I be hard to find like droppin' aspirins in Aspen
Smokin' by a campfire, liar on your face
What's true can't be your race
Back in dark times, pray for sunny days
What's goin' on? Marvin rollin' in his grave
Mercy, mercy me, these **** need to be saved
Run it up like Runyan, tired of comin' up with somethin'
My **** talk in code, told him bring a bag of Funyuns
Run it up like Runyan, tired of comin' up with somethin'
My **** talk in code, told him bring a bag of Funyuns
[Chorus]
It's a hard knock life, wish I float away at seas
C'est la vie, such as life, don't bring sand to the beach
You can judge somebody by the company they keep
And my friends kill my friends and truthfully, it's killin' me
Written by: Danny Brown, Dom Maker, James Blake, Kalim Patel, slowthai

