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Saba - BUSY/SIRENS (feat. theMIND)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saba
Saba
Vocals
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Background Vocals
Satya Jimenez
Satya Jimenez
Violin
theMIND
theMIND
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tahj Malik Chandler
Tahj Malik Chandler
Songwriter
Zarif Wilder
Zarif Wilder
Songwriter
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Songwriter
Dylan Frank
Dylan Frank
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DaeDaePivot
DaeDaePivot
Producer
Daoud Anthony
Daoud Anthony
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Matt Wheeler
Matt Wheeler
Mixing Engineer
Saba
Saba
Producer

Lyrics

I'm so alone But all of my friends, but all of my friends, got some shit to do, yea All of 'em got plans, I call 'em up, "my bad," and text 'em They never cross me like bad pedestrians I've been this awkward since adolescence I don't know how long I had depression Never no peer-pressure, I'm tryna' get my little pecker Off in some girl I call my BFF, that ain't no secret kept I fucked then told my cousin, I'm broke, I wasn't buzzin' I tried to hit a few years, she wasn't budgin' I'm bogus, left my girl for some shawty Surely deservin' of all this lonely "You sad? Tell me, how are you sad? You got all of these friends, you got all of these fans" I ain't trust nobody new since 2012, I ain't let nobody in Jesus got killed for our sins, Walter got killed for a coat I'm tryna' cope, but it's a part of me gone and apparently I'm alone I'm havin' a busy day, I'll hit you back right away I seen that skies were grey, I hope to God you're safe I'm havin' a busy day, I'll hit you back right away I seen that skies were grey, I hope to God you're safe I'm so alone Just me and my girl, she leave me for work, then leave me for school She finally home, I leave her for tour FaceTiming nudity, yeah All of this new to me, yeah All of the infidelity when I was 17 Been catchin' up, I still feel like she catch me cheating Niggas askin' me how tour was Knowin' I been home like 2 months And I seen your ass like 2 times Save the small-talk like too, damn no time, social interaction Have female friends I found attractive I tried to fuck, but I am no savage Now we don't speak, we just walk past If my past could talk, it'd probably reply to the missed calls after all 'Cause the friendships that I can't recall, Done turned my heart into camouflage While the guys I used to play basketball with Doing shit that I can't endorse Now with the Lord, now it really pours down Was alone then, still alone now I'm havin' a busy day, I'll hit you back right away I seen that skies were grey, I hope to God you're safe I'm havin' a busy day, I'll hit you back right away I seen that skies were grey, I hope to God you're safe I'm barely here, how I ain't present Yeah I drift for a second Forgot to reply to your message But only she, I been the same in your presence Counting the seconds, before I reply to your message My biggest fear, is that I have to say goodbye another time So I just keep tellin' her I'm on, hopefully prolonging this I don't need nobody new to miss I want you to know, uuh Sirens on the way, ayy Now you're lying where the angels lay (yeah) Sirens on the way, ayy Now we're lying where the angels lay (yeah) Sirens on the way, ayy Now you're lying where the angels lay (yeah) Sirens on the way, ayy Now we're lying where the angels, ye Ridin' through the city I'm young, I'm black, I'm guilty I know one time want to kill me They don't know me but they fear me Fifteen years old with the sticky They gon' blame it on the marijuana Hands behind your head And they won't let up off the head What if I move to this one state? What if they shootin' that shit hit? What if I run then it look bad? Drawing they gun right off the hip I'm probably deservin', 'cause I know they serve and protect But they think I'm servin', or they think my cellphone's a weapon Heard that the robber wore a black mask I fit the description, a.k.a. nigga, what is the difference Is it the name, we so divided I'm from Division Clutch that purse 'cause of my dreadlocks Cross that street 'cause I'm with my friends Curse every song in Hip-Hop Keep telling yourself it's a fad Sirens on the way, ayy Now you're lying where the angels lay (yeah) Sirens on the way, ayy Now we're lying where the angels lay (yeah) Sirens on the way, ayy Now you're lying where the angels lay (yeah) Sirens on the way, ayy Now we're lying where the
Writer(s): Tahj Chandler, Zarif Wilder, Daoud Ayodele Miles Anthony, Dylan C Frank Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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