クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quadry
Rap
Celeste
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quadry Givs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Latrell James
Producer
Teo Halm
Producer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
I ran away from home again, I'm callin' my dawg
Bouncin' in the store again, we looking for a gar
Holy fuck, soda can, lightnin' in my jaw
Feel the sweetness in my throat again, I'm sugared and I'm sharp
(Better duck) Somebody start bussin', now we rushin' to the whip
Somebody start cussin', I was crushin' all my chips
Drop my drink, couldn't think straight, I just gotta dip
Live today if the G say, "Somethin' on my hip," that rebuke all that he say
Where's Quad when you need him?
Know how to de-escalate, all he know is freedom
Fuck it, he in LA runnin' from his demons
I'ma face mine, I gotta face mine
[Chorus]
Hold on, do you hate me?
I didn't try to run, I didn't try to run
I promise, you just bought a gun
It was with you every single day, it had really took my place, I'm wrong?
[Verse 2]
Time never waits for no man, peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Gettin' money, split it up with my bro-ham
When you go outside, don't let the door slam
Back to the scene at hand, somebody did a dance up the stairway to heaven
The sheriff's pullin' up, engine's roarin' and they revvin'
Weapons holstered and untucked, lookin' for a head to sever
It's a Friday and you ain't got shit to do but get high, mane
My best friend all in Cali gettin' fly, mane
I gotta chase mine, I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine
[Chorus]
Hold on, do you love me?
I didn't want to stay, I didn't want to stay
I promise, I can love LA
I just bought a gun to be safe in these streets that we runnin', I'm wrong?
[Bridge]
Time never waits for no man, peep the slow hand
Lions is all, we rarely know lambs
Gettin' money, spend it all with my bro-hams
Before you walk outside, don't let the door slam
[Outro]
Lay awake in a shotgun cocoon when butterflies stampede
Dripping sweat that feels like syrup on your fingers
It's a normal cage, with a lock like any other
We levitate around the freeway in bubbles filled with smoke
Sing a song about the way we were
So the noise reaches the acres of our birthright
And echoes a new idea of who we truly are
Written by: Quadry Givs

