Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yebba
Yebba
Background Vocals
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
James Francies, Jr.
James Francies, Jr.
Keyboards
Malachi Mabson
Malachi Mabson
Keyboards
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Programming
Riccardo Damian
Riccardo Damian
Programming
Charles Myers
Charles Myers
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbey Smith
Abbey Smith
Songwriter
James Francies
James Francies
Songwriter
Malachi Mabson
Malachi Mabson
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Charles Myers
Charles Myers
Songwriter
Jacques Smith II
Jacques Smith II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Francies, Jr.
James Francies, Jr.
Additional Producer
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Riccardo Damian
Riccardo Damian
Recording Engineer
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Producer
Zach Brown
Zach Brown
Recording Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Carl Bespolka
Carl Bespolka
Assistant Engineer
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Assistant Engineer
Yebba
Yebba
Producer

Letra

Roll up all my ones, take my chances Hit another blunt, watch the embers burn away Pour a double cup, I'm dirty dancing What am I running from When I run so far away, away, away, away Far away, away, away, away I've been shadowboxing your nightmares left and right Showing up to the battlefield, no one to fight Keep believing the smoke will clear and the bombs will subside As I lay down my pride in the things I confide in For all these years, holding back my tears Lord knows that I'm trying, I know our love has been dying I still need you here, I still need you here while I Roll up all my ones, take my chances Hit another blunt, watch the embers burn away Pour a double cup, I'm dirty dancing What am I running from When I run so far away, away, away, away Far away, away, away, away I love shrooms (yeah), I might get that tattooed (yeah) Might just keep it cool (yeah), depending on my mood (yeah) The sun is rising (yeah) depending on my moon (yeah) Tell 'em boys back it up 'cause I'm finna act a fool (gimme some room) Yabba-da-ba-doo, I'm with YEBBA in my coupe With my fellas butter-soft leathers, bumping Fela Kuti Off that Gin and Juice, after, after that, I left the roof After that, we hit the after hours spot 'tll the afternoon I love shrooms Verses where hands-on, I can't come now I got my hands full Why wait around on the answer? I just air it out like my hamper Wax like the candle, back in the days in the bando (Back in the bando) I can't fuck with that hoe 'cause she canceled With no tampon, walked with a man without holding her hand (Without holding her hand) period Yeah, if focus I can transform into a lotus Pull up with Rolls Royces two sisters Like two twin Holsters ghosted (hocus pocus, magic) Roll up all my ones, take my chances Hit another blunt, watch the embers burn away Pour a double cup, I'm dirty dancing What am I running from When I run so far away, away, away, away Far away, away, away, away
Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Abbey Smith, James Francies Jr., Charles Matthew Myers, Jacques Smith Ii, Malachai Mabson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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