제공
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
YEBBA
백그라운드 보컬
Smino
리드 보컬
James Francies
건반
아미르 칼리브 '퀘스트러브'
드럼
Pino Palladino
베이스
작곡 및 작사
Abbey Smith
송라이터
James Francies
송라이터
Kamaal Fareed
송라이터
Christopher Smith Jr.
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Smino
레코딩 엔지니어
James Francies
추가 프로듀서
Mark Ronson
프로듀서
DJ Dahi
추가 프로듀서
Riccardo Damian
레코딩 엔지니어
Jens Jungkurth
레코딩 엔지니어
Zach Brown
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Carl Bespolka
어시스턴트 엔지니어
John Rooney
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Tom Elmhirst
믹싱 엔지니어
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
믹싱 엔지니어
Randy Merrill
마스터링 엔지니어
Kurtis Mckenzie
프로듀서
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
어시스턴트 엔지니어
YEBBA
프로듀서
가사
You
It was a stormy winter
I watched the city burn
And ever since I can remember
That's just the way it hurts
And it goes on, and on, and on
Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more)
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da
And they cut my palms with paper
Made from her autumn leaves
I'm bleeding out disclaimеrs
Into my family tree
Fuck the interviews to еnterprise
I'd rather look into my mother's eyes
And let it be
Let it be, yeah
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more)
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da
With a sky like this, I drop my top (I drop my top)
Pull up on you just like a sock (just like a sock)
Come and ride we ain't even gotta talk (we ain't gotta talk)
Yeah, yeah, Yebba
Yeah, but I was 'posed to make it by now (uh-oh)
Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (uh-oh)
Yeah, we always got time to do better (uh-oh)
Yebba, I was tryna do it right now (uh-oh)
And we was growing up in a town (uh-oh)
Where they never showed love to the brown (uh-huh)
24 hours ain't enough time (uh-huh)
I was fighting, throwing hands with the clock (uh-oh)
Never been sweet, no honeycomb (oh, oh)
Money gone, granny gone, run along (woah, oh)
City burn, pin it on Pentagon (oh, oh)
Can't make it up, no Revlon (woah, oh)
Shit bubble up, RevRun (oh, oh)
Had the episodes, this a re-run (oh, oh)
And they tell me, "Go pray to the reverend"
Told God that I felt like a stepson (oh)
Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh
Thick thang on the way for the stress, huh
Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs
Nowadays the distance hit me hard (hit me hard)
I admit, I'm addicted to living large (living large)
One, three, five, seven, beat the odds (beat the odds)
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (some more)
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbing season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da
Writer(s): James Francis, Christopher Smith, Kamaal Freed, Abigail Smith
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