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Concerts à venir de Smino & Saba
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Smino
Chant
Saba
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Christopher Smith Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Benjamin Tolbert
Paroles/Composition
Michael E. Neil
Paroles/Composition
Saba
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
L10Mixedit
Ingénierie de mixage
Robert Mendioro
Assistance d’ingénierie
Daniel Vargas
Assistance d’ingénierie
Groove
Production
Phoelix
Production
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please
I plead the 45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything
City of haters, city of demons (yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I wanna love all of y'all, but I don't think it's enough Tylenol (uh)
I'm thinkin' 'bout callin' out, I'm tired as fuck and I'm noddin' off
Surrounded by narcissists, my noose is movin' through the contusions
They see my hue and they wanna do me
Just like Huey P. Newton (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I got a laundry list of lessons in Chicago lost (ayy-ayy-ayy)
Runnin' from pagans, runnin' with Reagan, now they with Donald Trump
I don't take nothin' too personal, play 50 Cent, I'ma Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy 'fro, no peace to the PDO
I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please (yes)
I plead the 45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything (no)
City of haters, city of demons (ooh-ooh, ooh)
I said I love all of y'all, but that's to get the deposits off
I was a child meanwhile my grandfather playin' Ahmad Jamal
My niggas incarcerated, cops still livin' above the law
The city so cold, I had to leave out quicker than the car defrost
Westside Chicago, dodgin' the pound, know I can die tomorrow
'Cause that's a reality, the shit ain't all peachy or tangerine
They coverin' it up with catastrophe
A couple of 'em killed by the badge at ease
Shit is a war, never had no peace
They pullin' me over, harrasin' me
So, I'd like to see all of them bastards bleed
I like to exercise my right to remain silent, please (yes)
I plead the 45th, 'cause this shit is beyond me
All their words don't mean anything
City of haters, city of demons (ooh, ooh)
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Tahj Chandler, Christopher Smith, Michael Neil
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