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Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
The Weeknd
Voz
Playboi Carti
Voz
MIKE DEAN
Sintetizador
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Pharrell Williams
Letrista
MIKE DEAN
Letrista
Abel Tesfaye
Letrista
Jordan Terrell Carter
Letrista
Raul Cubina
Letrista
Tariq 'BL$$D' Sharrieff
Letrista
Kobe “BbyKobe” Hood
Letrista
Blessed
Letrista
Jarrod "Twisco" Morgan
Letrista
Lawson
Letrista
Mark Williams
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Pharrell Williams
Producción
Ojivolta
Coproducción
MIKE DEAN
Ingeniería de mezcla
TWISCO
Coproducción
Sage Skolfield
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Larson
Ingeniería
Tommy Rush
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Marcus Fritz
Ingeniería de mezcla vocal
Letra
XO
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, no
Ever since I was a jit knew I was the shit (ooh-yeah)
Shawty keep wanna come 'round, she wanna get hit (wanna get hit so hard)
She think she the main because I keep her by my side
Double-O, bust down the watch, she know that I'm timeless (timeless)
I put my son in some Rick
I pull that gun off the hip
Pockets hold 22 clips (ah)
I break her heart, Comme Garçon
Put on a shirt, get put on a blimp
Bih like a stain, get ready to lick
I had to tell her that ever since I was a jit knew I was the shit (oh)
She singin' my songs, she wanna die lit, tryna get hit
House like a bank (house like a bank), deposit this bih, 'posit that check
Smile on my face, ain't playin' shit, come and get checked (uh)
Ice on my neck, double-O wrist, she in the Scat, hell of a 'Cat
Fresh out the trench, 400 packs
Uh, yeah, I'm spinnin' in Paris (uh)
Dress for these hos, they finna flock
Just poured a four in a soda, it pop
Them drugs finna hit, I'm feelin' ill
I'm wrestlin' all of my demons, I feel like The Rock
(Shit, uh, yeah) ever since I was a kid, I been legit (jit, ooh, yeah)
If I was you, I would cut up my wrist (dumb bit')
XO tatted all over her body, oh-oh (yeah)
She just wanna roll and I don't mind it, yeah
Ever since I was a jit, I been legit (ooh, nah, uh)
You should let her go, she wanna be it (oh, yeah)
Double-O tatted on her body, yeah
It don't matter what they say, I'm timeless, yeah (schyeah)
Oh, city on fire when I'm comin' home
Fill up the sky (yeah), I fill up the Dome
They'll play it one day (yeah), it's a hell of a show
But it's gonna hurt 'cause we did it first
Feel like Skateboard P, BBC boys on the creep
Feel like it's '03, Neptune drum with a beam (yeah)
She hippie-flippin' a bean, she wanna fuck with the team
She fell in love with the cream (yeah), she fell in love with the scene
Ooh-yeah, her man quiet, not a peep (oh, nah)
Broke his heart, PTSD (oh, nah), hold his chest, let it breathe
Let it breathe, niggas scheme, and I got a priest, he got a cross
Get outta line, send him to God, I shed a tear, pray for a loss, ooh-yeah (yeah)
Ever since I was a kid, I been legit (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, oh, oh)
If I was you, I would cut up my wrist (ah)
XO tatted all over her body, yeah (body, yeah)
She just wanna roll and I don't mind it, yeah
Ever since I was a jit, I been legit (yeah, ooh, nah)
You should let her go, she wanna be it (oh, nah)
Double-O tatted on her body, oh (body, yeah)
It don't matter what they say, I'm timeless
Timeless (hey), timeless, timeless
Timeless, timeless, timeless, we timeless, oh
Timeless, timeless, timeless (yeah), timeless
Timeless (yeah), timeless, timeless, we timeless, oh
Blatt
Yeah, lit (oh)
Writer(s): Pharrell L. Williams, Abel Tesfaye, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Mike Dean, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Jordan Terrell Carter, Jarrod Thomas Morgan, Tariq Anwar-bassett Sharrieff, Chisolm Deavon Petty, Evan Kobe Hood
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