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Cordae - Way Back Home (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign) [Official Lyric Video]
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Freaky Rob
Freaky Rob
Гитара
G Koop
G Koop
Программирование
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Программирование
Cordae
Cordae
Вокал
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Автор песен
Daniel Hackett
Daniel Hackett
Автор песен
Robert Mandell
Robert Mandell
Автор песен
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Исполнительный продюсер
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Ассистент инженера
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Мастеринг-инженер
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Миксинг-инженер
G Koop
G Koop
Продюсер
Kid Culture
Kid Culture
Продюсер
Mike Robbins
Mike Robbins
Продюсер
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

Uh, you can be who you wanna be But had to be myself, for real No pretending, no faking me 'Cause gettin' out this shell is real I don't know where I'm headed next, but Man, I can't even fake no more Surrounded by lies and bullshit Nigga, I can't even take no more See, I woke up havin' a bad day And I gotta get the dollar any fast way 'Cause a nigga growin' up never had shit I was actin' way too passive I've been up and down, 'round and 'round Tryna find my way back home Gone too long, drownin' out Still gonna play that song Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, Annie, are you right? Never got that text back from the other night Let me tell you something that I really know I was down bad, up on my ass, I had to go Okay, sometimes I know I'm dead wrong So I just put it all in these songs Shit, I'm still just finding myself Finding myself up out of this zone, nigga Wish me well, jezebel, get out of my sight I excel, then I sell shows out for the night Uh, you can be who you wanna be But had to be myself, for real No pretending, no faking me 'Cause gettin' out this shell is real I don't know where I'm headed next, but Man, I can't even fake no more Surrounded by lies and bullshit Nigga, I can't even take no more See, I woke up havin' a bad day And I gotta get the dollar any fast way 'Cause a nigga growin' up never had shit I was actin' way too passive I've been up and down, 'round and 'round Tryna find my way back home Gone too long, drownin' out Still gonna play that song Tryna find my way back home I been gone eight months out the year so far Made a wrong turn on the dark road on my way back Crossed through a couple toll roads, had to pay tax Back and forth, I been fuckin' back Had to get a bag, had to bring it back Shit so different now, had to readjust Ain't too many people that I could trust Keep to myself, ay, spend this shit all on myself, uh Where would I be without self? Uh Look in the mirror like, "Boy, you look good" Yeah, that's right, had to pick up myself, uh (pick up myself) I'm doin' me, you should do you, fuck everybody else Don't need nobody else Uh, you can be who you wanna be But had to be myself, for real No pretending, no faking me 'Cause gettin' out this shell is real I don't know where I'm headed next, but Man, I can't even fake no more Surrounded by lies and bullshit Nigga, I can't even take no more See, I woke up havin' a bad day And I gotta get the dollar any fast way 'Cause a nigga growin' up never had shit I was actin' way too passive I've been up and down, 'round and 'round Tryna find my way back home Gone too long, drownin' out Still gonna play that song
Writer(s): Cordae Dunston, Robert Mandall, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Grant Strumwasser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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