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INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lil Yachty
Vocais
Diana Gordon
Vocais
Ben Goldwasser
Teclados
Gillian Rivers
Cordas
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Benjamin Goldwasser
Composição
Jeremiah Raisen
Composição
Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Composição
Miles Parks McCollum
Composição
Diana Gordon
Composição
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Composição
Giorgia Romano
Composição
Teo Halm
Composição
Gillian Rivers
Arranjos (cordas)
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Lil Yachty
Produção
Patrick Wimberly
Produção
SADPONY
Produção
Adam Hong
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Tom Elmhirst
Engenharia (mixagem)
Greg Calbi
Engenharia (masterização)
Steve Fallone
Engenharia (masterização)
Brian Stanley
Engenharia (mixagem espacial)
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Engenharia (gravação)
Teo Halm
Produção
Letra
Imagine life
Imagine life without me, it's a waste of time
You want the kind of love that can make a child
Don't want just anybody
(Not just anybody, not just anybody)
Good love fill my body up like a glass when you pour it all out
If you know me, you know I mind
Someone like me is hard to find
No mistaking, if I am there
Well aware you are always mine
And still you seem so surprised
Always gon' be mine
I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it
And I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it
Imagine me
Circling through life without a piece of you
Seven out of seven days I'm needin' you
You bring life to the party
(Ooh, ah-ha, ooh, ah-ha-ha)
Good love feels like butterflies suffocating your insides, oh
It's a late night, you know I try
I cannot picture when you lie
I'm mistaken thinkin' you were taken
Knowin' now, you were always mine
And still I feel so surprised
You're always gon' be mine
Rarely ever missing, talk is cheap and time is tickin'
Really ever trickin', catch me slippin', that pussy was leakin'
I'm on mission, payin' millions, I'm Ted DiBiase, uh, God
Out late night, I'm sinnin', still a Christian, don't tell my deacon
I mean pastor, or I'll go down there, talkin' faster
Ride with six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin'
Big four-five on my hip, like I'm limpin', never simpin'
One my cousins crippin', always grippin', shit get dangerous
Always keep it player, we can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin'
I love my mother, my sister, my daughter
All these hoes get slaughtered, can't deny, pray to the holy father
Writer(s): Diana Gordon, Benjamin Goldwasser, Jonathan Wimberly, Macbriare Demarco, Miles Mccollum, Jeremiah Raisen, Teo Halm
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