Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Noi$e
Black Noi$e
Programming
Earl Sweatshirt
Earl Sweatshirt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Mansel
Robert Mansel
Songwriter
Thebe Kgositsile
Thebe Kgositsile
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Noi$e
Black Noi$e
Producer
Earl Sweatshirt
Earl Sweatshirt
Additional Producer
Mauricio Iragorri
Mauricio Iragorri
Mastering Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer

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Same time, hurdling what I had to I learned to adapt, way better than I could plan She was eager to leave but it ain't me with my eyes damp Feet stampeding through mine shafts Canaries singing, the wire's tapped Offerings on the shrine, reclaiming my time like Aunt Max The water was all black, the moon fondling tides, man We painting the town red Allegiance is over pronounced, stand down We was setting the mousetraps Wouldn't believe who we found dead cleaning the house He was cheesy from back then, I see it now Speaking down to my demons Like big dogs, you a mouth breather in denial Sig Sauer, the heat seeker sittin' down with my lawyer For a brief meeting, laying all the pieces out I think I'd call it mourning, grief about twelve months I couldn't form a decent smile, chest heaving Death reeking in a pile Eventually I'll leave the house Now you see me, now you don't At the same time, hurdling what I had to I learned to adapt, way better than I could plan Now you need me, now I'm gone, pack my feelings up and go Plant the seedling of some hope Now you see me, now you don't At the same time, hurdling what I had to I learned to adapt, way better than I could plan Now you need me, now I'm gone Plant the seedling of some hope
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Thebe Kgositsile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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