Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Performer
Vaughn Henry
Vaughn Henry
Vocals
Deandre Hunter
Deandre Hunter
Vocals
Lasanna Harris
Lasanna Harris
Vocals
Elias Reta
Elias Reta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mashell
Mashell
Composer
William Barefield
William Barefield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Engineer
Mashell
Mashell
Producer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mixing Engineer
Jacob “Biz” Morris
Mixing Engineer

Lirik

Bullets may fly round, but I lay down I feel safe and sound on solid ground How can I lay down-down-down-down? Face up, face up, daddy told me "face up" Face up, face up, wifey told me "face up" Coach just told me "lace up," dodging shots and lasers Cut through folly swinging high machetes sharp as razors My lane today, try not to complain today All that pride and shame today? I take off no plane delay, uh Life get messy, uh Hit it with that hesi, uh Though this walk could test me, still I love it - Lucy, Desi, uh Busy as I ever been, I need so much medicine Tell sabbath to let me in, my Savior gon' get me in On my way to high notes, then somehow them pitches bend If I don't face it, it get dangerous like liquor blends, huh I'm a citizen of that place where my mission ends That drives us, though sometimes we get tired like Michelins, huh If they listening, they might say, "not this again" Here go the secrets to my biggest wins I just- I just- I just- Yuh I just lie down, I just lie down All that big talk, let it die down I just lie down, I just lie down When that fear start, cut them lies down Lay, lay, lay down (Tell 'em, ay) Lay, lay, lay down (Tell 'em, ay) Lay, lay, lay down (Tell 'em, ay) Lay, lay, lay down (Tell 'em, ay) Face up, face up, mama told me "face up" Face up, face up, tell them they can't break us Turn away forever pleasures? I call that a pay cut Stick it to us, stain us, still the truth will train us (yeh, yeh, yeh) Bruh, my daddy owns the world, how you gon' son me? They want my race on their track, but they can't run me Hark, I don't wanna hear, "Depart from me" Rode on Noah's ark, dodging arson feels like art to me, huh, yuh If I ain't slumbered in a while, yeah I throw myself into exile, yeah Terrors turn to errors in all my files, yeah I would perish on that lonely island I just lie down, I just lie down All that big talk, let it die down I just lie down, I just lie down When that fear start, cut them lies down Lay, lay, lay down (Tell 'em, ay) Lay, lay, lay down (Tell 'em, ay) Lay, lay, lay down (Tell 'em, ay) Lay, lay, lay down (Tell 'em, ay) Bullets may fly round but I lay down I feel safe and sound on solid ground
Writer(s): William Barefield, Mashell Leroy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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