Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lucky Daye
Vocais
Wale
Vocais
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocais
Peter Lee Johnson
Violino
Dernst Emile II
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
David Brown
Composição
Dernst Emile II
Composição
Peter Lee Johnson
Composição
Jamar McNaughton
Composição
Glenford Prospere
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Produção
John Kercy
Engenharia (mixagem)
Colin Leonard
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
[Verse 1]
I ain't even equipped enough to get this lust into love but
We can get this buzz and catch a lil' rush
And spend the whole slumberless slumber attempting such
Patience is no ally of mine, so with that in mind, my heart on both sleeves
So if you look closely you gon' see, whoever access to those beats but
I just can't find the time, for you and I, right
[Verse 2]
That shit you do hurt, hurt the worst
I know her best, she heard the worst
I know it's important to fly steady
Eyes like I'm hibernating
And I took like five gummies, I'm feelin' like God got her from here
Keep it cool, shout out the crew, I'm playin' that Gibbs
Or Lucky Daye, if you ever catch me and we unprepared
Roll for me if you good, roll for you if you scared
Love is Hell when it's fake, so why don't you tell me what real?
[Verse 3]
We don't know what we're made of
The same thing we're afraid of might improve us
Stay up all night, just lay up
Use half of this pay stub to make moves with
Or all of it, of course
[Verse 4]
When it ain't no room in Paris
We could still fly high, then crash in
Just make sure you pass it
No, you can't imagine
Ooh, it's automatic
The life we live is lavish
[Verse 5]
We don't have to be here if we stay
We don't have to leave if we go
Roll some mo'
And we ain't too high if we see eye to eye
Know you feel the rush from a simple touch
Baby, roll some mo'
[Verse 6]
Hol' up, wait, before we go I gotta ball up (Ball up)
Change my number, tired of **** blowin' my phone up (Blowin' my phone up)
Can't roll the paper, taught her how to stuff a cone
Just Casamigos, girl, I do not drink Patrón ('Trón)
She don't want no ice in her drink, shawty a hot girl (Hot girl)
That brand new Louis V, them boots from Chanel (Chanel)
Give me that mouth and the V, my windows tinted (Tint)
Twenty racks in Celine, spent on my image
Uh, buy you all Cartier and Tiffany (Tiffany)
We gon' make tonight a memory (Ooh, yeah)
Got your hittin' them high notes doin' the melody (Yeah)
They said I was bad for you, that's jealousy (Jealous)
I wanna see you true colors (Colors)
Girl, I ain't nothin' like them others (Others)
Don't wanna end up like them others
Sometimes I wonder
[Verse 7]
We don't have to be here if we stay
We don't have to leave if we go (Oh whoa, oh)
Roll some mo' (Yeah, yeah)
And we ain't too high (Ain't too high) if we see eye to eye (Eye to eye)
Know you feel the rush from a simple touch (Simple touch)
Baby, roll some mo' (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 8]
Roll for you if you scared
Roll for you
Roll for you if you scared, yeah
Roll for you if you scared, yeah
Roll for you if you scared, yeah
Written by: David Brown, Dernst Emile II, Peter Lee Johnson, Olubowale Akintimehin, Tyrone Griffin Jr


