Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
H.E.R.
H.E.R.
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Songwriter
Gabriella Wilson
Gabriella Wilson
Songwriter
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Songwriter
Priscilla Hamilton
Priscilla Hamilton
Songwriter
Ronald Colson
Ronald Colson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
H.E.R.
H.E.R.
Additional Producer
Tim McClain
Tim McClain
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Robinson
Jeff Robinson
Additional Producer
Walter Jones
Walter Jones
Additional Producer
Miki Tsutsumi
Miki Tsutsumi
Engineer
Jaron Bozeman
Jaron Bozeman
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Darhyl Camper, Jr.
Executive Producer
Flippa
Flippa
Producer

Lyrics

Uh Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I'm just tryin' to process what just happened I'm just tryin' to express what I'm feeling When the pressure gets too intense, burn some incense Stop and take a deep breath, release it Holding it back like a slingshot, ayy Holding it back like hair ties, ayy It's pullin' my shirt, just let me go, oh Cloggin' the drip, stoppin' the flow You already know what time it is, don't need a Rolex Do you see the sign? Tell me, do I need to protest? All your old ways keep on slowin' up the progress Got me losin' night, guess I'm goin' through the process (yeah, yeah) I got some things that I gotta get off my chest (yeah, breathe) Screamin' through the phone like we tryna have a contest All your old ways keep on slowin' up the progress Got me losin' nights, guess I'm goin' through the process Pushin' all my buttons Teardrop, hurting Say I'm off the deep end Yeah, right, you're reachin' (uh) You better stop, you better not, ayy I'm 'bout to pop like rimshot, ayy Pullin' my strings, just let me go, oh I'm 'bout to trip, I'm 'bout to blow You already know what time it is, don't need a Rolex Do you see the sign? Tell me, do I need to protest? All your old ways keep on slowin' up the progress Got me losin' nights, guess I'm goin' through the process I got some things that I gotta get off my chest (yeah, breathe) Screamin' through the phone like we tryna have a contest All your old ways keep on slowin' up the progress Got me losin' nights, guess I'm goin' through the process
Writer(s): Priscilla Renea Hamilton, Ronald Tyler Colson, Gamal Lewis, Gabi Wilson, Jeffrey Gitelman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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