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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Vocals
Sam Evans
Sam Evans
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Songwriter
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Michael Noyce
Michael Noyce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
J. Cole
J. Cole
Additional Producer
Aria Angel Ali
Aria Angel Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cedric Brown
Cedric Brown
Producer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Caught up with the audience Caught up with the audience 'Cause you're out of view Boom like a tidal wave I'm trying, but I cannot save you I can't City to city, a young legend fulfilling my dreams shattering ceilings It got me feeling myself Look how I'm fitting the belt, they never give me a chance I never give 'em a breath, keep a foot on they neck I go deep to the depths, submerged in it I'm getting the urge, nigga I'm killing these niggas off, call me the purge I just been peelin' the feelings off Layers of inner thoughts, you're playin' 'em in your car But really you're in my head like Yamaka synagogues Bassy been a problem, they probably never could solve Like me at the bottom, they probably got Better odds than knockin' the rings off of Saturn Find it hard to settle, I want it all forever The speech, it don't get me bothered and the streets You ain't get involved in Y'all sweet like some kindergarteners I got heat, and I'm feeling heartless, heartless I been making all these songs just for you to hear Get these niggas outta here like the Uber here 'Bout to switch another gig, kill another year Gang Dreamville run the game, and we come for anything, man If we ask, they abide, pain from the sacrifice Had to leave my other half on the side I just laugh when my stock on the rise Stack all this cash, could've overdraft if I tried I need to reset myself (without you) I won't neglect myself (with-without you) I had to test myself (without you) I think I'm at my best (with-without you) Boom like a tidal wave I'm trying, but I cannot save (you) I can't These pups ain't war-ready Getting lost in the city like Doc Gooden, Strawberry When the block hotel Cosby, I got puddin' already In the drop top, bitch, hop in it all ready Yelling, "Fuck the cops," middle fingers to the opps Stop with it already, our efforts get nothing but aftershock Crampin' my style, but I got hot with it already This for the phony in his sleep Throwin' up the goat emojis, niggas lookin' like some sheep Presidential Rollie on me, bitch, I'm rollin' like a sheik You ain't know, gettin' low, I coulda caught you on my sleeve Took my girls to Japan, do some shopping' and, man I could show you new options Do what you want when you poppin' Made a few loan to my partners to out a hole in your top Just to spend a week in Colombia fuckin' hoes, eating tapas Damn, if we ain't home, they adopt us (Sometimes ago, I live round here, I live round here) Look at the strength I need to reset myself (without you) I won't neglect myself (without you) I had to test myself (without you) I think I'm at my best (with-without you) Boom like a tidal wave I'm trying, but I cannot save (you) Caught up with the audience Caught up with the audience Caught up with the audience Caught up with the audience 'Cause you're out of view Boom like a tidal wave I'm trying, but I cannot save you
Writer(s): Jermaine L. Cole, Ronald Eugene Gilmore, Abbas Hamad, Michael V Noyce, John Christopher Ii Welch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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