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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Programming
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Programming
Kilo Kish
Kilo Kish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Lakisha Robinson
Lakisha Robinson
Songwriter
Stanley Walden
Stanley Walden
Songwriter
Amerie Mi Marie Rogers
Amerie Mi Marie Rogers
Songwriter
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Songwriter
Rich Harrison
Rich Harrison
Songwriter
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Producer
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Co-Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
William Francis Delaney VI
William Francis Delaney VI
Additional Engineer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer

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Crabs in a bucket Crabs in a bucket Wanna see you at the bottom, don't you love it? When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encore Sendin' shots but you at the top floor Let 'em pop shit, give me some drugs to go pop with Need white women at the shows unconscious If not that then topless, earned all this Get with that or get in the moshpit Where's your moxie? Ain't you from Poppy? Young man, you not actin' too cocky Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash Read a hundred somethin' on the E-class dash If I'm feelin' funny, guaranteed gon' blast Cock back, blast, put 'em in a bag Prolly gon' regret it in the retrospect Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet Spend a lot of money on the CDG Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen? Battle with the white man day by day Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play They don't ever want to see the black man eat Nails in the black man's hands and feet Put him on a cross so we put him on a chain Lying to me, sayin' he don't look like me Rollcage on the GT3 How a show on stage like a DVD? Put me in the MoMA when it's over with I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit Remember that I still got you I still got you here It's rare they'd come across you? I kept you hidden in my head Drowning in my own ocean I forgot to care And you can drop the anchor, baby I know what's under there It never really crossed my mind to think Maybe you'd avert your glance at me? Ever really cross your mind Ever really cross your mind I ain't never had no chance to breathe
Writer(s): Rich Harrison, Amerie Mi Marie Rogers, Stanley E. Walden, Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Vincent Staples, Lakisha K. Robinson, Zachary Deem Sekoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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