Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Lil Yachty
Вокал
Diana Gordon
Вокал
Ben Goldwasser
Клавишные инструменты
Gillian Rivers
Струнные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Diana Gordon
Автор песен
Benjamin Goldwasser
Композитор
Jeremiah Raisen
Композитор
Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Композитор
Miles Parks McCollum
Автор песен
Teo Halm
Автор песен
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Композитор
Giorgia Romano
Композитор
Gillian Rivers
Аранжировщик струнных инструментов
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Lil Yachty
Продюсер
Patrick Wimberly
Продюсер
SADPONY
Продюсер
Teo
Продюсер
Adam Hong
Миксинг-инженер
Greg Calbi
Мастеринг-инженер
Steve Fallone
Мастеринг-инженер
Tom Elmhirst
Миксинг-инженер
Brian Stanley
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Инженер звукозаписи
Teo Halm
Продюсер
Слова
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!
Good love fills 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 mistaken
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 needing you
You bring life to the party!
Good love feels like butterflies suffocating your insides, oh
If it's a late night, you know I'll try
I can't unpicture when you ride
I've mistaken thinking you were taken, knowing that you are always mine
And still I feel so surprised
You always gon' be mine
Rarely ever missing
Talk is cheap and time is ticking
Rarely ever tricking
Catch me slippin' that pussy was leaking!
All my missions pay in millions
<span begin="2:43.987" end="2:45.069">I'm Ted DeBiase</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="2:47.721" end="2:48.349">(God!)</span></span>
Out late night, I'm sinning
Still a Christian don't tell my deacon
I mean pastor, oil her down, ain't talking castor
Riding 'round six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin'
Big 4-5 on my hip
Look like I'm limping, never simping
One of my cousins crippin', always grippin'
Shit get dangerous
Always keep it player
We can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin'
Only love my mother, my sister, my daughter
All these hoes get slaughtered, they can't be mine, pray to the Holy Father!
Written by: Benjamin Goldwasser, Diana Gordon, Dylan Ismael Teixeira, Jeremiah Raisen, Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco, Miles Parks McCollum, Patrick Wimberly, RUE, Teo Halm, nami

