Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Preauxx
Preauxx
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Dansby
Chris Dansby
Songwriter
Rudolph Swansey
Rudolph Swansey
Songwriter
Kid Maestro
Kid Maestro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IMAKEMADBEATS
IMAKEMADBEATS
Mastering Engineer
Kid Maestro
Kid Maestro
Recording Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

You either let fear push you back or pull you forward
And I don’t like nobody hands on me like that
I had a long day, you got the blunt then pass it here
We wasn’t supposed to smoke, but the coast was clear
If I can learn to face this L, then I could face my fears
If l could learn to make to a dollar, I could make a mil
I mind my own, you should mind it too
Smoke 'til I’m to the moon
This what I usually do, hey
None of that matters
When you built to be above average
Your expectation is more than rings
My mind races around Saturn
People change, not the patterns
Say I’m handsome, I say I’m flattered
I got my Jasmine, if I’m Aladdin
But I just wish I had the answers
Say I wish I made it all right
I watch her drop it, drop it like she work the pole all night
It’s the consistency is what I like
Road to the riches, I have lonely nights
I take a puff again, to take a flight
They say life a gamble Imma shake the dice
I had a long day, you got the blunt then pass it here
We wasn’t supposed to smoke, but the coast was clear
If I can learn to face this L, then I could face my fears
If l could learn to make to a dollar, I could make a mil
If l could learn to make to a dollar, I could make a mil
Come here lil mama, I like how you feel
You like the game that I spill
Cause you know it’s real, yeah yeah
And I can turn a dollar to a million
If I will it so you know it will be done
Because I am one with the universe
That game that I'm spilling bitch it’s just begun
I can blow ya mind seven times
One for everyday of the week it’s all mine
It went from pots on top of stove
To murder that he wrote
gas stuffed in optimo
It keep me through the lows
I’m 10 toes down with all my bro’s here
Even if I’m solo I ain't got no fear
Cause this sticky icky clear the atmosphere
Damn, this sticky icky clear the atmosphere
I had a long day, you got the blunt then pass it here
We wasn’t supposed to smoke, but the coast was clear
If I can learn to face this L, then I could face my fears
If l could learn to make to a dollar, I could make a mil
If l could learn to make to a dollar, I could make a mil
Come here lil mama, I like how you feel
Written by: Chris Dansby, Kid Maestro, Rudolph Swansey
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