Clip vidéo
Apparaît dans
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Weeknd
Chant
Dylan Wiggins
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dylan Wiggins
Paroles/Composition
Martin McKinney
Paroles/Composition
Abel Tesfaye
Paroles/Composition
Emmanuel Nickerson
Paroles/Composition
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Paroles/Composition
Henry Russell Walter
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mano
Production
Martin McKinney
Production
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Galland
Ingénierie de mixage
Jeff Jackson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Robin Florent
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Aya Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Cirkut
Production
Joshua Smith
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Record man play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I swear too much on the regular
We gon' let them hits fly, we gon' let it go
If it ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking 'bout a face numbing off a bag of blow
I'm like, goddamn, bitch, I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn, bitch, I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these R&B niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick, she go lo mein (Oh-oh-oh)
You know me, know me
You know, man, know, man, know, man
You know me, know me, know me
Every time you try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know me, know me (pow, pow)
You know me, know me
Said I'm just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I'm mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I'ma keep on singing while I'm burning up that OG
All my niggas get it, they make money all alone
Rock a chain around they neck, making sure I'm getting home
When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil' a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight, eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we'll sweat it out
Hotel bed springs, we'll wear it out
I ain't gotta tell you 'cause you know me
You know me, know me
You know, man, know, man, know, man
You know me, know me, know me
Every time you try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know me, know me (pow, pow)
You know me, know me (know me, know me)
Why don't you shake some, shake somethin' for the Don?
Don't you break nothin', break nothin', baby girl
Won't you work some, work somethin' for the Don?
Don't you hurt nothin', hurt nothin', big girl
Won't you shake some, shake somethin' for the Don?
Don't you break nothin', break nothin', baby girl
Won't you work some, work somethin' for the Don?
Don't you hurt nothin', hurt nothin'
'Cause you know me, they know me
You're a no-man, yeah, you know, man
Oh-oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na
Oh-oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na
Oh-oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na
Oh-oh-oh, na-na-na-na-na
Writer(s): Martin Mckinney, Henry Walter, Abel Tesfaye, Emmanuel Nickerson, Jason Quenneville, Dylan Wiggins
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