Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Voces
Devin Workman
Devin Workman
Teclados
Jim-E Stack
Jim-E Stack
Teclados
Henry Kwapis
Henry Kwapis
Teclados
Westerns
Westerns
Bajo eléctrico
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Autoría
James Stack
James Stack
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Producción
Devin Workman
Devin Workman
Producción
Jim-E Stack
Jim-E Stack
Producción
Henry Kwapis
Henry Kwapis
Producción
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Ingeniería de mezcla
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Asistente de ingeniería
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Masterización

Letra

[Chorus]
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Can you hold out? (Down)
Same shit, but different days where I'm from
Bitches dropping like old ladies and such
Southern Florida, I was raised in the sun
You throw shade, get hit by rays from the suns
[Verse 1]
Baby went to class, then graduated to get her paycheck
Baby done had a baby, now the baby daddy ain't in the picture
I'm on this music
Mama went to jail, we was hungry, I'm on this music
Everyone grew up and got comfy, I'm on this music, dawg
Who you call when you don't got the money for school at all?
Momma cry, thinkin' 'bout one day how we gon' lose it all
I would die before that happened, I'm pickin' up the strap before you pickin' my slack up, baby
[Verse 2]
Same shit, but different days where I'm from
I was screaming, feel a strain in my lungs (Yeah)
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun
[Chorus]
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Slow
Can you hold out? (Down)
[Verse 3]
Dropped off, heard he got picked off in a parking lot
He should've stashed the brick in the body shop
Brody got jammed as a juvie, we call it "child lock"
And before he was playin' with a toolie, he had a scholarship
[Verse 4]
And now I'm in his Range goin' fifty, goin' sixty
Goin' two-hundred, goin' through somethin', trying to run from my true colors
Ooh, I got some nerves talkin' to you like I know ya
'Cause I know ya, it's the same from F.L.A. up to the 'Nolia
[Verse 5]
And I told ya, same shit, but different days where I'm from
I was screaming, feel a strain in my lungs (Uh-huh)
And when I die, baby, lay me in the sun
When I die, baby, lay me in the sun
[Chorus]
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Slow down, slow down
Can you hold out? (Ohhhh)
[Chorus]
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Can you hold out? (Ohhhh)
[Chorus]
Hold on, misdemeanor
Can you slow down? (Down)
Slow down, you misdemeanor
Can you hold out? (Out)
Written by: Devin Workman, Dominic Fike, Henry Kwapis, James Stack
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