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特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Composer
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Songwriter
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

歌詞

(Great John on the beat, by the way) Still smoke a pack to the face Gettin' high, only way to escape Even when I be feelin' a way I'ma tell 'em, "I'm doin' okay" Like, don't say you love me when I'm in the grave Don't you act like you feelin' my pain When I took an L, it was part of the game As a man, all you got is your name Feel like me and the judge in a race If I crash, she gon' lock me away Got a Perc', I might pop it today Said I'd stop, but I'm stuck in my ways And I work like I'm tryna get a raise She said, "If you loved me, then you would've stayed" I know what she feelin', that's played I ain't really tryna bring you pain Would you love me if I was a lame? That mean minus the watch and the chain Had no car, had to walk in the rain Bentley truck, but you get what I'm sayin' Gettin' money, don't care for the fame EBK, we don't care what you claim Got no license, let's go on a chase I be switchin' and swervin' the lane Double X tried to get me, too late I said no 'cause I found that shit strange Don't be lackin' out here, it ain't safe Take an L, you get hit with a K Niggas hate it when you gettin' cake Wish you could, but you couldn't relate 'Member me and big bro in the Wraith Thinkin' back, we was lookin' for stains Can't believe I was askin' for change Can't believe that this shit really changed In the trap, we was flippin' them things Silly rabbit, them tricks for the gang And my shooters ain't been in no range Double-back like we puttin' in pain If you with it, then do what you sayin' Made your bed and now you gotta lay Ain't nobody think Tjay'll stick, couldn't pay 'em no mind, I know Industry won't acknowledge my gift, so fuck 'em niggas, I'm just here for my dough First time gettin' six figures on stage, checkbooks lookin' like there's a typo Woke up one day, my pockets was flat, the next day look like I just gave 'em lipo Love the guys, but ain't never needed gang, just me with it, ISO Off the top when I spit it, shit be flames, más o menos, so that's how the price go In the line like they watchin' how I move Out the streets, but them trenches still approve Love my fans, but you see me, keep it smooth We at war right now, I ain't tryna lose Soothe, soothe, see a threat, he get left up on the news I got shot in my neck, that shit could've went left, mama look still upset, ain't shit to prove For them pussy boys, they know what we do, I be doin' it better, be the same Said he jet, when I see that boy, he flew, DrillyK, this shit never finna change Gang, gang, gang, gang (gang) Gang, gang, gang (gang, gang) Gang, gang Gang, gang Gang, gang Still smoke a pack to the face Gettin' high only way to escape Even when I be feelin' a way I'ma tell 'em, "I'm doin' okay" Like, don't say you love me when I'm in the grave Don't you act like you feelin' my pain When I took an L, it was part of the game As a man, all you got is your name
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Tione Merritt, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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