Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Momma
Música
Aron Kobayashi Ritch
Baixo
Zachary CappittiFenton
Bateria
Allegra Weingarten
Vocais
Etta Friedman
Vocais
Kevin Grimmett
Baixo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Aron Kobayashi Ritch
Composição
Zachary CappittiFenton
Composição
Allegra Weingarten
Composição
Etta Friedman
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Chris Allgood
Engenharia (masterização)
Emily Lazar
Engenharia (masterização)
Aron Kobayashi Ritch
Engenharia (mixagem)
Hayden Ticehurst
Engenharia
Letra
No
Never trust him with the load
I'll bury him alone
Deep inside my home
Hide
Recluse mastermind
I stiffened up my pride
To me, he will abide
What's up with your head?
Thought we talked like friends
Never disrespect me
I'm the fucker down the street
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
I'm slipping on my patience
Inside my tall home
Resist temptation
Inside my tall home
Snide
All those piggies from outside
The townie gossip died
When he's two weeks inside
What's up with your head?
Thought we talked like friends
Never disrespect me
I'm the fucker down the street
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
I'm slipping on my patience
Inside my tall home
Resist temptation
Inside my tall home
What's up with your head?
Thought we talked like friends
Never disrespect me
I'm the fucker down the street
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
Writer(s): Allegra Shay Weingarten, Etta Friedman, Zachary Capittifenton, Aron Kiyoshi Kobayashi Ritch
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