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Jaden
Jaden
Вокал
Omarr
Omarr
Дополнительный вокал
Josiah Bell
Josiah Bell
Дополнительный вокал
Madison Jenkins
Madison Jenkins
Арфа
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Вокал
Raury
Raury
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jaden
Jaden
Автор песен
Josiah Bell
Josiah Bell
Автор песен
Omarr Rambert
Omarr Rambert
Автор песен
Raury Tullis
Raury Tullis
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Omarr
Omarr
Продюсер
Josiah Bell
Josiah Bell
Продюсер
Romel Shearer
Romel Shearer
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
James Chul Rim
James Chul Rim
Инженер звукозаписи
Andres Osorio
Andres Osorio
Инженер звукозаписи
John Armstrong
John Armstrong
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Ben Fletcher
Ben Fletcher
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Rich Evatt
Rich Evatt
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Fernando “Nano” Miramontes
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Мастеринг-инженер
SAM MORTON
SAM MORTON
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи

Слова

[Verse 1]
I been getting paid for like 7 whole summers
Working like a slave, won't sleep until the sun up
Fire in the booth, turn this bitch into a sauna
Moving like a hot boy, certified stunna
I'm the best in the game, so these **** try and one up
Got your girl in the Range, she just lookin' for a come up
I don't even know her name, but she still getting done up
You are not with the gang, homie, you was ever one us (No, never)
[Verse 2]
They tryna take me under
It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
Will the pain ever get number?
I be thankin' God we survived those summers
The block is so hot, concrete made his back burn
Knock him off his feet, now that should make his ass burn
Defund the police 'cause they still makin' fat earns
What type of beast gon' blast when your back's turned? (You tell me)
[Verse 3]
I wish I could get this feelin'
This feelin', this feelin'
I wish I could get this feelin'
This feelin', this feelin'
[Verse 4]
Egyptian mathematics
Colonizes life and that African magic turn to a havoc, ****
Don't make me pull a hat out a rabbit
Bring doom to a fascist-sized royalty and that's just a classic
I was debating takin' MasterClasses
But the slave masters manufacture the plastic
I peep the tactics, and it's still happenin'
You not welcome here, you and your black skin
Blood con DNA into fabric, was on the block playin' badminton
They just mad 'cause I act different
Runnin' with my pants with the patches
You're flaws pretty, you could win a pageant
Paleolithic, I'm too Jurassic for these ****, been the baddest
Enduce an electric field with a magnet
Your boy J and he really has it
The weekdays put me in a weak daze
Me, Raury, and Joey all on the same track
And we back at it
That's the true meaning of black magic, what up?
[Verse 5]
No gravity, Wavy Baby, the icon
So happily spit a verse as long as a python
You can't understand the heights that my kite's on
Cleaning out your lyrics with Lysol
This is like Fight Club for the written word
Spit a poem in reverse
You probably couldn't spit a verse
Yeah you did it, but I did it first
If I'm looking for a copycat, I never gotta search
It's right here
Man, I can make the pain disappear from your nightmares
Psilocybin dreams when I cry tears
Lightyears away from the Earth, said I'm flying the highest sphere
Criteria's too serious
I told you **** the flow has grown delirious
Flow pyramid, the sphinx is water erosion with no ocean
I swear your minds are slow pokin'
I'm not jokin'
And If the hook wasn't comin', I'd be still goin'
[Verse 6]
I wish I could get this feelin'
This feelin', this feelin'
I wish I could get this feelin'
This feelin', this feelin'
[Verse 7]
The hills can't hold me
I sip slow, your window hit with rocks I'm throwing
I swear I'll ring your doorbell, girl your mama knows me
But I'll probably just go walk home all alone and feel the breeze
[Verse 8]
Uh, I get the pen and paper going 'cause it feeds my needs
A young sophisticated one, only Queens can see
It bleeds with ease, into a nice evening
In Shangri-La, Nirvana, heaven rest between her knees
I need to see
Need my wings, I needs to eat
I need completed pictures
Memories is fading
Aw babe, you know I'm crazy
In eternal summer hazes
I know a lot of figures checkin' 'cause they need the king
Know a lot of **** testing, but believe in me
More weight than your every flow
When you sneeze, you geezer
Please believe you rolling with some G's, Louise
I like to let it all burn like Ebenezer
Give a speech on my Martin Luther
Loose a tooth inside the booth
[Verse 9]
And you know he only spittin' the truth
In the gold vision, you livin' proof
Aye, what up?
[Verse 10]
I don't wanna run 'round and lie again
Facetime, we was cryin'
Fallin' asleep in the sky again
Every other month
I been runnin' my routes all day
Tryna get paid and lay up in the shade
Mr. Trippy Summer new wave hippie parade
And I'm 'bout to tie-dye to the stage, hey, hey, hey, hey
Written by: Jaden, Josiah Bell, Omarr Rambert, Raury Tullis
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