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PERFORMING ARTISTS
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
Lead Vocals
Jean Dawson
Jean Dawson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Corona
Austin Corona
Songwriter
David Sanders
David Sanders
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Phillips
Nathan Phillips
Mixing Engineer
Austin Corona
Austin Corona
Producer
Stephanie "slozza" Loza
Stephanie "slozza" Loza
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nate Mingo
Nate Mingo
Assistant Mastering Engineer

गाने

I dropped acid by the train tracks, listening to aphex I bought a brand new tape deck skipping on the playlists My girlfriend's always worried I'm living in a hurry I could see the day end my vision's always blurry Homie got two teardrops I ain't never seen him cry but I bet he'll ride for em Lil Homie stole a droptop coop can't see over the wheel but I bet he'll fry something Five summers four bitches three counting 2 million no ceiling Hold up (yeah homies run that shit back nigga) Homie got two teardrops I ain't never seen him cry but I bet he'll ride for em Lil Homie stole a droptop coop can't see over the wheel But I bet he'll fry something Five summers four bitches three counting 2 million Dirty dreads, dirty vans, 200 bands sitting all in my brother bag All red Testarossa Lick the frog David Bowie my only friend Blacked out, maxed out chain smoke something like 100 reds I'm good no great moonwalking on problems I'll never have It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy (trip on this, trip on this, trip on this) It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy (trip on this, trip on this, trip on this) It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy (trip on this, trip on this, trip on this) It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy (trip on this, trip on this, trip on this) Open my eyes falling apart finding my legs I'm out the hole nothing I know Kicking the sun like it's FIFA moonwalk in Ibiza I'm off the pillow, a dreamer, running up the hill screaming How many times I tell y'all I ain't tripping on shit I ain't holding my tongue I ain't faking no funk That's a heavy ass gun (bow bow bow) Now your ass laying in the sun It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy (trip on this, trip on this, trip on this) It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy (trip on this, trip on this, trip on this) It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy(trip on this, trip on this, trip on this) It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy (trip on this, trip on this, trip on this)
Writer(s): David Sanders, Wyatt Bernard, Austin Corona Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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