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Drake - Still Here
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Daxz
Daxz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Jahmar Carter
Jahmar Carter
Songwriter
Maneesh Bidaye
Maneesh Bidaye
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Greg Moffett
Greg Moffett
Assistant Recording Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Brooks
Michael Brooks
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Daxz
Daxz
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Drake
Drake
Producer
Maneesh Bidaye
Maneesh Bidaye
Producer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Recording Engineer
Noel Campbell
Noel Campbell
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Doin' well, dog Yeah, me and all my Yeah, me, yeah Me and all my n- doin' well, doin' well, dog You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still here, dog How did I finesse all of this s- from Jane and Weston? Girls all in my bed and they don't trip off first impressions Girls all in your bed and they just ask a hundred questions I can't f- with you no more 'cause you be actin' extra Do your favorite rapper like my son, like my son though Nothing mutual about my funds, 'bout my funds though All you n- fightin' over crumbs, where the bread at? How they feel about you where you're from, where yo bed at? I don't need no pill to speak my mind, I don't need that I make people pay me for my time, yeah, I need that And I see your girl like all the time, all the time though I can't tell you if she's yours or mine but I do know Me and all my n- doin' well, doin' well, dog You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still here, dog Ooh, and I'm back, dog Ooh, you just went and turned your back, dog I thought that we were family You showed me that we can't be I gotta talk to God even though He isn't near me Based on what I got, it's hard to think that He don't hear me Hittin' like that 30 on my jersey, man, I'm gifted Whole lot of sixes but I'm still like Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah 6-point star, Lion of the Judah All my n- ain't off rockin' Gucci One do it then we all gotta do it Got the key, now the doors open and we all goin' through it Whole city at your head for the boy I ain't even gotta call no one for it Me and all my n- doin' well, doin' well, dog You not from the city, I could tell, I could tell, dog Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dog Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still- Wow, all praise to the most high up
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Maneesh Bidaye, Jahmar Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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