Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Yebba
Бэк-вокал
Smino
Ведущий вокал
James Francies
Клавишные инструменты
Questlove
Барабаны
Pino Palladino
Бас
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Abbey Smith
Автор песен
James Francies
Автор песен
Kamaal Fareed
Автор песен
Christopher Smith Jr.
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Smino
Инженер звукозаписи
James Francies
Дополнительный продюсер
Mark Ronson
Продюсер
DJ Dahi
Дополнительный продюсер
Riccardo Damian
Инженер звукозаписи
Jens Jungkurth
Инженер звукозаписи
Zach Brown
Ассистент инженера
Carl Bespolka
Ассистент инженера
John Rooney
Ассистент инженера
Tom Elmhirst
Миксинг-инженер
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Миксинг-инженер
Randy Merrill
Мастеринг-инженер
Kurtis Mckenzie
Продюсер
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Ассистент инженера
Yebba
Продюсер
Слова
[Verse 1]
It was a stormy winter
I watched the city burn
And ever since I can remember
That's just the way it hurts
And it goes on and on and on
Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all
[Verse 2]
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
[Verse 3]
They cut my palms with paper
Made from her autumn leaves
I'm bleeding out disclaimers
Into my family tree
Fuck the interviews to enterprise
I'd rather look into my mother's eyes
And let it be
Let it be
[Verse 4]
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
[Verse 5]
With a sky like this, I drop my top
What about you, we light this up
Come around, we ain't even got to talk
[Verse 6]
Yeah, yeah, Yebba
Yeah, but I 'posed to made it by now
Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm
Yeah, we always got time to do better
Yeah, but I was tryna do it right now
And we was growin' up in the town
Where they never showed love to the brown
24 hours ain't enough time
I was fighting, throwing hands with the clock
Never been sweet, no honeycomb
Money gone, granny gone, run along
City burned, Pentagon, Pentagon
Can't make it up, no Revlon
Shit bubble up, Rev Run
Had a episode, just a re-run
And they tell me go pray to the reverend
Told God that I felt like a step-son
Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh?
Big thang on the way for the stress, huh?
Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs
[Verse 7]
Nowadays, the distance hit me hard
I admit I'm addicted to living large
1-3-5-7, break the law
[Verse 8]
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
Written by: Abbey Smith, Christopher Smith Jr., James Francies, Kamaal Fareed, Unknown

