Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
G-Eazy
Chant
Marc E. Bassy
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gerald Gillum
Paroles/Composition
Christoph Andersson
Paroles/Composition
Kevin White
Paroles/Composition
Marc E. Bassy
Écriture
Michael Woods
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
G-Eazy
Production
Christoph Andersson
Production
Rice N' Peas
Production
Walter Halvorsen
Assistance d’ingénierie
Johnathan Wright
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeffrey Ramirez
Assistance d’ingénierie
Melissa Frank
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chuma Nwokike
Assistance d’ingénierie
Kyrill Bozhko
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jake Smith
Assistance d’ingénierie
Kory Welty
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dakari
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Wake up this morning I'm shaking I can't be still girl
too many images running through my mind
as soon as I hit it I kick it out of my system
even my brother he ask me "What you on?"
I'm on some kinda drug
can't explain
all the ways you get me high
I'm on some kinda drug
can't explain
don't keep me waiting all night
girl come through
and that's why I'm running
fire be brurning in my hotel room
come through
campaign be poppin'
system be knocking in my hotel room
yeah uh
Ever since I met you, you got me changing my schedule
If you ain't know, that shits eventful
And losing this money is dreadful, but
Believe me, that pussy is special
You wanna meet moms, I might let you
Rollie is so presidential, keep it on while we fuck that's 'cause I meant to, yeah
Fuck you twice, we take a nap, soon as you're awake, get back
Go for three, it takes a nack
I'm taking you to places that
You ain't been girl, face the fact, meant it, I can't take it back
Whisky straight, ain't chasing that, I'll taste the cat
Yeah, you told me I own that pearl, yeah, that's 'cause I bone you girl
You should be my only girl, when I hit it, you feel like you own the world
I'm on some kind of drug
Can't explain all the ways you get me high
I'm on some kind of drug
Can't explain, don't keep me waiting all night
Girl come through, them bath water running
Fire be burning in my hotel room
Come through, champagne be popping
System be knocking in my hotel room
Since the last time we had sex, honestly, I've been a mess, well
Fienin' 'cause you got the best, borderline kind of obsessed and yeah
I'm on some kind of drug, I've been addicted and I cannot find enough
I call you, I'm tryna fuck, I'm in room 921, come on up
And we could put up the "please do not disturb"
I got the drink, I got the herb, I'm tweakin', now I must be cured
The only way I rest assured is if, I get my fix
I love the way your dress just slips right off your waist, right down your hips
Technique's the best, she knows some tricks and yeah
I need you now, I need you bad
You and me both been fienin' bad, I guess what I really mean is that, yeah
I'm on some kind of drug
Can't explain all the ways you get me high
I'm on some kind of drug
Can't explain, don't keep me waiting all night
Girl come through, them bath water running
Fire be burning in my hotel room
Come through, champagne be popping
System be knocking in my hotel room, come through
Them bath water running
Fire be burning in my hotel room
Come through, champagne be popping
System be knocking in my hotel room
We ain't playin' anymore
Privacy on the door (Privacy is on the door)
We ain't playin' anymore
Privacy on the door (When we finish baby, ain't gon' need no more)
Writer(s): Kevin White, Michael Woods, Christoph Andersson, Marc Griffin, Gerald Gillum
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