Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Connor Creasey
Lead Vocals
Colby Lafayette
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devin Concannon
Songwriter
Connor Creasey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devin Concannon
Producer
Connor Creasey
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They try and keep me up
They try and test my luck
I'm tryna hear that fuzz
I'm tryna feel that buzz
Know I don't give a fuck
Good-good in the trunk
Good-goods tryna chump
My eyes ain't enough
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm sixteen
Bumpin' sixteens
Me and my seeds
Blood eyes on me
Yeah, I'm sixteen
Writing sixteens
Me and my team
Blood eyes on me
[Verse 3]
Ah, you don't (Care for much 'less it's smokeable)
You don't (Care enough, just a baby boy)
Ah, you don't (Care for much 'less it's smokeable)
You don't (Care enough, just a baby boy)
[Verse 4]
Smoke and drive
Don't wanna see me die
They wanna smoke, get high
They wanna feel alive
Well what do I get
From all of this shit
Wanna see my body split
Wanna see my lungs rip
And my body so hollow
Got a zip in the auto
Got a whole damn car load
Of babies and bottles
[Verse 5]
Yeah, I'm sixteen
Bumpin' sixteens
Me and my seeds
Blood eyes on me
Yeah, I'm sixteen
Writing sixteens
Me and my team
Blood eyes on me
[Verse 6]
Ah, you don't (Care for much 'less it's smokeable)
You don't (Care enough, just a baby boy)
Ah, you don't (Care for much 'less it's smokeable)
You don't (Care enough, just a baby boy)
[Verse 7]
Smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke
Smoke, smoke
[Verse 8]
I'm gonna get that
Yeah, I'm gonna get that
[Verse 9]
It's the white tee, blue jean, all-American bad boy
I might leave two Gs when I slip out the back door
Got two homes, four boats, sparking that black coil
Where you been at? Alibi straight, got a fake passport
Stone cold, rock face, gunk mouth, blowhole
Slow dro, sock laced, punk phase, chokehold
They ain't got no control over their first-born
Over the moon, I'm home before dawn
But son is a fiend, son is a
Written by: Connor Creasey, Devin Concannon
