Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BROCKHAMPTON
BROCKHAMPTON
Performer
Ryan Beatty
Ryan Beatty
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Composer
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Composer
Ryan Beatty
Ryan Beatty
Composer
William Wood
William Wood
Composer
Isaiah Merriweather
Isaiah Merriweather
Composer
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kiko Merley
Kiko Merley
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Bryant
Jacob Bryant
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Chorus]
Lettin' my hair down
Lettin' it grow natural
Tell 'em I said nothin'
Tell 'em I sent
Jeremiah, we been prophets, yeah, yeah
Need my pockets, yeah, yeah
Deep inside it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lettin' my hair down
Lettin' it grow natural
Tell 'em I said nothin'
Tell 'em I sent
Jeremiah, we been prophets, yeah, yeah
Need my pockets, yeah, yeah
Deep inside it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Pull up on four-fours, that's how it goes
I need the stars to help a **** find his way back home
Just was like, "I'm ready to hit a lick on that store"
Lick the chest and it's the rest, history do unfold
History lose control (Control), history lose control (Control)
Knock my way like bowling pin, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
So pull up on four-fours like that raging bull was askin' you
And if the money stay the same, then I'm gon' change my attitude
[Chorus]
Lettin' my hair down
Lettin' it grow natural
Tell 'em I said nothin'
Tell 'em I sent
Jeremiah, we been prophets, yeah, yeah
Need my pockets, yeah, yeah
Deep inside it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lettin' my hair down
Lettin' it grow natural
Tell 'em I said nothin'
Tell 'em I sent
Jeremiah, we been prophets, yeah, yeah
Need my pockets, yeah, yeah
Deep inside it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
See me out, by the way, I'll be out late
Summertime in the back, goin' sideways
Pack it up, stack it up by the driveway
You do you all the time, I don't mind it
[Verse 3]
What I'm smokin' (Smoke), put account in a coma (Go)
Hot and black like Folgers, she got me off this mornin'
If your shawty your shawty, why she do my chores for me? (Tell me why)
Heels over her head, her sole ends up on the ceiling (Oh my)
Try me, shit fit in my jeans, don't need Balmain
Talkin', all you do is talkin', be honest (Oh my)
Lil' bitch makin' love, then askin' for a hundred
College to Coachella, this work and vacation (You gotta go)
'Cause the time you stop the party is the time we clock in (Ayy, let's go)
I was in the booth 'til six in the mornin'
[Chorus]
Lettin' my hair down
Lettin' it grow natural
Tell 'em I said nothin'
Tell 'em I sent
Jeremiah, we been prophets, yeah, yeah
Need my pockets, yeah, yeah
Deep inside it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lettin' my hair down
Lettin' it grow natural
Tell 'em I said nothin'
Tell 'em I sent
Jeremiah, we been prophets, yeah, yeah
Need my pockets, yeah, yeah
Deep inside it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Ian Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Champion, Ryan Beatty, William Wood
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