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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mereba
Mereba
Vocals
JID
JID
Vocals
Jared Gagarin
Jared Gagarin
Drums
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Keyboards
Sam Hoffman
Sam Hoffman
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Gagarin
Jared Gagarin
Songwriter
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Songwriter
Sam Hoffman
Sam Hoffman
Songwriter
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Marian Mereba
Marian Mereba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mereba
Mereba
Producer
Jared Gagarin
Jared Gagarin
Producer
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Producer
Sam Hoffman
Sam Hoffman
Producer
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Mandy Adams
Mandy Adams
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We were low, we were high, Jekyll, Hyde I'll still stay by your side You know I tried, and tried And tried, and tried, and tried I was wrong, you was right, justified I was playing with fire What a divide, divide, divide, divide, divide Good God, these niggas is crazy Just fight the feeling, it's all we do Inside, it's killing me, baby Outside I'm cucumber cool We might just really be crazy He might just, she might just (Be crazy, be crazy, be crazy, be crazy) What if I told you (What if I told you) I miss the old you? (That I miss the old you, baby?) I used to hold you tight, a ride or die for life But I couldn't mold you (I couldn't mold you) 'Cause I didn't own you, baby ('Cause I didn't own you, baby) But I'm on my own too now, I've grown to know A lotta shit that I didn't before My heart in your grip, don't let my shit slip on the floor I followed your drip and finally you seen where you going I try to remember But then I remember that you got a temper And I got no filter So we're like a sandstorm When we get to blows Can we please take it easy? Let's just act like adults I'ma keep it cool now Although I know it's through now Good God, these niggas is crazy Just fight the feeling, it's all we do Inside, it's killing me, baby Outside I'm cucumber cool We might just really be crazy He might just, she might just Take a piece of my love We've been through enough stuff We probably need to go up and away Keep the peace, it's all love, won't need no spite Now we need to grow up and away Take a piece of my love We've been through enough stuff Probably need to grow up and away Baby, it's too crazy, it pains me lately
Writer(s): Marian Azeb Mereba, Jared Tyler Gagarin, Destin Route, Samuel Lee Jr Hoffman, Ronald Eugene Gilmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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