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PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
mgk
Vocals
RookXX
RookXX
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Basil
Steve Basil
Songwriter
John Cappelletty
John Cappelletty
Songwriter
Brandon Allen
Brandon Allen
Songwriter
Rami Eadeh
Rami Eadeh
Songwriter
Richard Colson Baker
Richard Colson Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
mgk
mgk
Co-Producer
BazeXX
BazeXX
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sean Kellett
Sean Kellett
Recording Engineer
Nick Mac
Nick Mac
Recording Engineer
Brandon “SlimXX” Allen
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Rami Beatz
Rami Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Am I wrong for being lost? The pressures of being boss exhausted Every bone in my body, I can't walk I don't talk, I scream, I don't stop to think I'm so close to the dream that I can't go to sleep Ironic, I know, so I need more Chronic to roll Tryna find what's more important, the money or my soul It's cold, I'm low, I'm caught between the roads Under the Hollywood sign, you get blinded by the glow, uh Yo How could you look me in the face? You sat at the table with my daughter Promisin' you got us right after you finished sayin' Grace Why don't you tell her what you're hidin' in the bank? It's time to cut my lawn and see the snakes It's time to tell the truth to every fan who doesn't understand That it's because of you they had to wait While you left me here to deal with all the hate, ah Still smile but feel so fake It's no sun, the clouds are opaque So much shade I read on one page I can't even look at your name without gettin' the shakes What a mistake, uh? Look at how you take, uh What doesn't belong to you, this was a rape And if fate send us both to Heaven I'ma keep a blade in my leather so I can kill you at the gate, uh (First place) Is it worth it when you see us all? (Two faced) Tryna fit in to a world with no (New space) Commit third degree murder (What for?) Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore (First place) Is it worth it when you see us all? (Two faced) Tryna fit in to a world with no (New space) Commit third degree murder (What for?) Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore I woke up sweatin', tryna forget I'm in a mansion 'Cause fans are mad at my expansion And my friend I thought was family Who'd always understand me Got offended, 'cause he jealous We supposed to be at the Grammys I'm askin', when did pride and passion Get mistakin' for handouts and ass kissin'? The fact is I made it from trailer trash to Saks Fifth Took it from underground to massive, and the come up was classic Back when white boys rapped, they gettin' they ass kicked I was battlin' puttin' these rappers in caskets I was walkin' home gettin' jumped after classes Tell me, why don't my haters mention that shit? Now, my rent is due and I'm a tenant gettin' by with no credit Got residue from a sedative I ain't get from the medic My schedule is so fuckin' hectic, but still I'm in debt I'd be better off dead so life insurance keep my family fed It's because of y'all, I couldn't separate from my career 'Cause of y'all, I hated myself for so many years 'Cause of you, you ain't never gonna see me trust Even if I got a wife, she just somebody I fuck (First place) Is it worth it when you see us all? (Two faced) Tryna fit in to a world with no (New space) Commit third degree murder (What for?) Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore (First place) Is it worth it when you see us all? (Two faced) Tryna fit in to a world with no (New space) Commit third degree murder (What for?) Tryna play me like a Hollywood whore The city of angels, danger! The city of angels, danger!
Writer(s): Brandon Allen, Rami Eadeh, Steve Basil, Colson Baker, John Cappelletty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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