Video musicale

In primo piano

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
Tommee Profitt
Tommee Profitt
Programming
David Garcia
David Garcia
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Feuerstein
Nate Feuerstein
Songwriter
David Garcia
David Garcia
Songwriter
Tommee Profitt
Tommee Profitt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tommee Profitt
Tommee Profitt
Producer
David Garcia
David Garcia
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Paul Rossetti
Paul Rossetti
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Testi

Yeah My name buzzin', ain't no way you could ignore it I did not come this far so they could ignore me I am not the one to say, "I'll do it in the mornin'" I'd rather get it done, don't focus on what's not important They try to talk to me like they been nothin' but supportive Appreciate the love, but do not show up on my doorstep If you ain't about that real, I suggest that you avoid me If we ain't on the same page, that's the end of story, ah! You are not a baller 'cause your closet's full of Jordan's You are not a rich man 'cause you're on the Forbes list First, I dropped a record, then you know I gotta tour it Real's still the slogan, only difference is there's more of us The story of my life feels like it's just beginnin' now I asked you a question, I want answers, not the run-around You the one that brought it up, but I'm the one to shut it down If you ain't got the album yet, I brought you one, I'm at your house Hey! All I see is green lights All I see is green lights All I spit is real life Bet you don't know what that's like (huh?) All I see is green lights (green lights), woo All I see is green lights (green lights), yeah All I spit is real life I bet you don't know what that's like Yeah I know where I'm goin', I don't let no one distract me I don't need directions from nobody in the back seat I don't need these people in my corner tryna gas me I'd rather have people in my corner tryna check me Yeah, I walk off the bus a different city than the last week Let the fans speak, they gon' tell you 'bout the past me If I'm bein' honest, last year I was in a bad place Wouldn't say I'm out of it, but don't feel like I can't be, ah! Who you know droppin' clean records, but they nasty? I was made for this, I could tell when mama had me I hopped right off the table, told my doctor, "I ain't average" He asked me, "What does that mean?" I told him, "Get the pen and pad, please" Who'd a known I'd write something that could change lives? I don't think y'all fully understand the way you changed mine I look at the future that's in front of me with both eyes Three records, three years, I don't like to waste time Oh yeah! All I see is green lights, yeah All I see is green lights, haha All I spit is real life (real life) Bet you don't know what that's like (you don't know!) All I see is green lights (green lights), woo All I see is green lights (green lights), yeah All I spit is real life (oh!) I bet you don't know what that's like (no!) Haha All I see is, green lights! Yeah Oh my!
Writer(s): Tommee Profitt, David Arthur Garcia, Nate Feuerstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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