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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Dewan Sewell
Daniel Dewan Sewell
Songwriter
Gavin Tennille
Gavin Tennille
Songwriter
Kassa Purush Overall
Kassa Purush Overall
Songwriter
Christian Devivo
Christian Devivo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quelle Chris
Quelle Chris
Producer
Chris Keys
Chris Keys
Producer
Kassa Overall
Kassa Overall
Additional Producer
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Mixing Engineer
Raphy
Raphy
Recording Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Like a moth in a flame, when you burn, you learn Rush to mistakes, but just wait your turn Get what you need, what you want, you earn When it's time then it's time, but that ain't my concern Like a moth in a flame, when you burn, you learn Rush to mistakes, just to wait your turn Get what you need, what you want, you earn When it's time then it's time, but that ain't my concern This rap shit a lay-up, I'm going for a dunk Going big like bitches panties on that time of the month If it's an easy way to get it, tell me where to sign up Ain't no shortcuts, a process you can trust I done came up, nigga, on a grip and a half Thirstin' for a better life, so I pour me a glass Slice a humble pie, look myself in the eye You can never trust yourself when you livin' a lie Like a few of these rappers I know, always following trends Never stick to the code Back in the day, they sold their soul for Rock'n'Roll But with this rap shit, a nigga sell his booty-hole What you doing over there? We doing this over here My aunt died, was on tour, couldn't shed no tears Had to go, won't stay, so I'm turning the page We can wish all we want, but this ain't back in the days Gotta move on, nigga, leave the past in the past Never know when it's over 'cause this life won't last New nigga in your spot, now he punchin' the clock Shit getting out of hand, tell me when will it stop? This little pink pill, tasting like it got sugar in it Done so much coke, it's like a gram on my booger, nigga Shoulda, woulda, coulda, nigga, let her wake up It's a million ways to get it, better make 'em pay up Don't stay up, sleep real well Stopped worrying 'bout you niggas, started caring 'bout myself Looked in the mirror, started staring at myself Took myself, I'ma get it, fuck everything else Like a moth in a flame, when you burn, you learn Rush to mistakes, but just wait your turn Get what you need, what you want, you earn When it's time then it's time, but that ain't my concern Like a moth in a flame, when you burn, you learn Rush to mistakes, just to wait your turn Get what you need, what you want, you earn When it's time then it's time, but that ain't my concern
Writer(s): Keith Mansfield, Daniel Sewell, Seweryn Krajewski, Gavin Christopher Tennille, Kassa Purush Overall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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