Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Yachty
Chant
Diana Gordon
Chant
Ben Goldwasser
Claviers
Gillian Rivers
Cordes
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Diana Gordon
Paroles/Composition
Benjamin Goldwasser
Composition
Jeremiah Raisen
Composition
Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Composition
Miles Parks McCollum
Paroles/Composition
Teo Halm
Paroles/Composition
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Composition
Giorgia Romano
Composition
Gillian Rivers
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lil Yachty
Production
Patrick Wimberly
Production
SADPONY
Production
Teo
Production
Adam Hong
Ingénierie de mixage
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Steve Fallone
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tom Elmhirst
Ingénierie de mixage
Brian Stanley
Ingénierie de mixage immersif
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Teo Halm
Production
Paroles
Imagine life
Imagine life without me, it's a waste of time
You want the kind of love that can make a child
Don't want just anybody!
Good love fills my body up like a glass when you pour it all out
If you know me, you know I mind
Someone like me is hard to find
No mistaken
If I am there
Well aware
You are always mine
And still you seem so surprised
Always gon' be mine
I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it!
And I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it!
Imagine me
Circling through life without a piece of you!
Seven out of seven days, I'm needing you
You bring life to the party!
Good love feels like butterflies suffocating your insides, oh
If it's a late night, you know I'll try
I can't unpicture when you ride
I've mistaken thinking you were taken, knowing that you are always mine
And still I feel so surprised
You always gon' be mine
Rarely ever missing
Talk is cheap and time is ticking
Rarely ever tricking
Catch me slippin' that pussy was leaking!
All my missions pay in millions
<span begin="2:43.987" end="2:45.069">I'm Ted DeBiase</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:47.721" end="2:48.349">(God!)</span></span>
Out late night, I'm sinning
Still a Christian don't tell my deacon
I mean pastor, oil her down, ain't talking castor
Riding 'round six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin'
Big 4-5 on my hip
Look like I'm limping, never simping
One of my cousins crippin', always grippin'
Shit get dangerous
Always keep it player
We can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin'
Only love my mother, my sister, my daughter
All these hoes get slaughtered, they can't be mine, pray to the Holy Father!
Written by: Benjamin Goldwasser, Diana Gordon, Dylan Ismael Teixeira, Jeremiah Raisen, Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco, Miles Parks McCollum, Patrick Wimberly, RUE, Teo Halm, nami


