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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaden
Jaden
Vocals
Lido
Lido
Programming
Yuki for Syre Vision
Yuki for Syre Vision
Bass
Zach Tabori
Zach Tabori
Guitar
Harry Hudson
Harry Hudson
Additional Vocals
WILLOW
WILLOW
Vocals
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¿Téo?
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peder Losnegård
Peder Losnegård
Songwriter
Harrison Rhodes
Harrison Rhodes
Songwriter
Jaden Syre Smith
Jaden Syre Smith
Songwriter
Zach Tabori
Zach Tabori
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lido
Lido
Producer
Ben Cole
Ben Cole
Recording Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derrick Jenner
Derrick Jenner
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Armstrong
John Armstrong
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Harris
Josh Harris
Assistant Recording Engineer
Eric Bard
Eric Bard
Mixing Engineer
Stan Greene
Stan Greene
Mastering Engineer
James Chul Rim
James Chul Rim
Recording Engineer
Josh Sellers
Josh Sellers
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Rebel child, looking for a way, looking for a way Your head looks unsettled child Looking for a way, looking for a way I don't think you know what it takes The daytime is going away I'm on vibes, take this ride, we'll compromise it She said "Do you see love in my eyes?" Don't talk down to me, baby, I'm drowning I'm so glad you found me She let me keep pink packs in the house Man, the wrist bust down Pink piece and they rowdy Matter of fact, I need you now She on a different continent, I got a flight again Telling travel getting faster like a fighter jet Always fighting, man, we don't see eye to eye I guess Man, the vision so vivid, it was side effects I was whipping down Pacific with a lot of packs Got me feelin' psychedelic by the story Let me tell it, it's a boy in this bedroom with a pencil 'Bout to renovate the world Man, he thought he couldn't do it Then from heaven fell a girl She grew a marble feather in her hair She was swimming through the air Then she turned to him and looked And said, "Do you think that we would work?" Don't talk down to me, baby, I'm drowning I'm so glad you found me She let me keep pink packs at the house Man, the wrist bust down Pink slip when they rowdy Matter of fact, I need you now Roll around the city so cloudy Girl, come back to the house Come lay down on the couch with me We ain't got no business going out Oh, girl, I miss your love I miss your love, this ice all I know You the one I'm thinking of, I need your touch But you leave me all alone when I hop out Got me dreamin' I was kissing the stars We was running on the beach, girl, my head is so dark She told me "I could never leave" Then she gave me her heart, I told her Don't talk down to me, baby, I'm drowning I'm so glad you found me She let me keep pink packs at the house Man, the wrist bust down Pink slip when they rowdy Matter of fact, I need you now Roll around the city so cloudy Girl, come back to the house Come lay down on the couch with me We ain't got no business going out He took his glass and filled it with the sea I had one drink and everything turned pink Time to get it Got the vision shoelace in the spot Got a fist full of guap, 'bout to We the fireplace, lotta big flames When I showed up Swear the club was going sideways Man, they try to hate, I can't reciprocate They think they right I'm going left until they get it straight I gotta switch up on the game, I gotta innovate I gotta get that extra quinoa on my dinner plate Switch the program It ain't working with they interface Man, they thought they was The hottest 'til the winter came All these posers make me wanna fucking suffocate Get a close up, I just gave myself another fade All the opposition always wanna run away Need a feature from me, I'ma need a hunnid K Yuh, bust down mouth out in Venice Ball with the neck, all tennis (Tennis) All y'all talk too heavy (Heavy) Have my young boys go get 'em Pink Crown Vic, no Benz, huh My jeweler a dentist, yuh Next time I drip I had a wet dream That's a hell of a fetish Nice guy, let's go get it Tell 'em I only eat lettuce They'll never know where my head is, dawg True shit that's why I said it Impressed with, forget it Misfits run too reckless Always got the dog powder but Lil' homie, I'm dripping forever Bust down my umbrella I ain't even gonna tell 'em How many hoodies he selling? And I just killed Coachella
Writer(s): Jaden Syre Smith, Peder Losnegard, Harrison Ryan Rhodes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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