Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Doechii
Doechii
Voces
Mike Thornwell
Mike Thornwell
Voces adicionales
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jaylah Hickmon
Jaylah Hickmon
Autoría
Malik Sanders
Malik Sanders
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Malik Ninety Five
Malik Ninety Five
Producción
Jayda Love
Jayda Love
Ingeniería de grabación
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Masterización
Juan Razuri
Juan Razuri
Ingeniería de mezcla envolvente
Anthony "Top Dawg" Tiffith
Anthony "Top Dawg" Tiffith
Producción ejecutiva
Anthony “Moosa” Tiffith Jr
Producción ejecutiva

Letra

[Verse 1]
Speed the freeway when I need a breeze, aye
Wine and Chinese when I feel uneasy
Fall to my knees, take a line, I needed a boost
Stumble inside of the booth, mumbling none of the truth
As sweat drips down my tits
I contemplate, how'd it ever get like this?
I contemplate, how'd I ever get this rich or get this bag?
I wonder what them labels see in a bitch this black
I wonder what my friends all think when I'm not there
I love the way my ideas flow when I'm not scared
I love the way my hips roll slow
But I don't like the way it feels when my vices are absent, I'm not there
[Verse 2]
Sleep all day, all night, no time to work, work
Ex my fiancé, can't make it work, work
Bad bitches get burned, but now that bridge is burned
And when them tables turn, ya can't call back
Ring-ring, got that call, but I can't call back
Feeling all alone and I can't stall that
I got shit to prove, no time to fall back
Fall back, fall for who is where ya left that
I wonder what's the point, I wonder why fight?
I go to light the joint, I wonder why light?
I feel so ig'nant, sick of being friendly
Being friendly only bring bad business
If repetition is the master's practice
Then I'm a mathematician when it comes to fashion
Doechii-ana giving trash couture
Your fit is a detour, I'm not none of these whores
[Outro]
Lost friends, shed just like loose skin
I lost friends and lost kin closer than him, these loose ends
I'd rather choose me over them
These loose ends or a hymn when I'm bleeding and I'm fading out
You know I gotta up that stock, I gotta up my profit when I'm outside
Keep my composure when I'm outside sober, gotta up my profit
Written by: Dylan C Frank, Jaylah Hickmon, Malik Sanders
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