Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
99 Neighbors
Vocals
Jared Fier
Programming
Juju
Programming
Somba
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aidan Ostby
Songwriter
Caleb Hoh
Songwriter
Connor Stankevich
Songwriter
Hank Collins
Songwriter
Jared Fier
Songwriter
Julian Segar-Reid
Songwriter
Peder LosnegÄrd
Songwriter
Sam Paulino
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caleb Hoh
Recording Engineer
Jared Fier
Producer
Julian Segar-Reid
Mixing Engineer
Augustine Lim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
Max Rubel
Mixing Engineer
Juju
Producer
Somba
Producer
Lyrics
How you gonna spend your evenings?
What you wanna throw down on the line?
I seen the shadow man wearin' my shoes
Walkin' away from my life
Ran away from all the truth
Me and myself, but not you
Can't stand to look at my face
The mirror shows what's in my way
Fuck me I'm stuck in the rain
Caught with my demons, I'm outta my lane
Climbin' the ladder, I'm takin my steps
I got bets with my homies 'bout when I see death
Sorry to say that I been in my head with my sorrows and anger
Like, "Damn what is next?"
Fightin' for quarters and couches to sleep on
I try to write music about what I be on
I'm beyond my life and my guts become neon
So give me a tray to go roll all my weed on
I give 'em onĐ” chance
(Only the once, bitch, I did it, I did, I won't do it again)
Know it took a bit, I got thĐ” funds right
(Homie, I need it, just gimme the bag, I'ma split it with all of my friends)
I know this shit only happen one way
(One way to victory, nigga, get out of your feelings, we never relax)
Changes in my face and I won't run, yeah, yeah
(Riders stay with me, I stay real collected in case they gon' try to attack)
I need
2 C's for my kicks, spaceship for my whip
I don't
Need no caller ID, they should know who this is
It's still (Brr) 99 niggas, on God
Tellin' my mama, "Don't trip"
I go
Flip, flip, flipping my bounce, run up my bag and I dip
Yeah, kick it like Bruce
Boy, you might get your shit bruised
A little bit bigger in the news
Yeah, we brought a little crew
Labels on the line tryna juice, I'm still yellin' out, "Gimme the loot"
All praise to my angels, that's one time
Got shade comin' even in the sunlight
And a couple dead people on my mind, right
My ex couldn't hang with timeline, uh
I can't change it, I need separation
I been checking flights, I think I'm 'bout to take it
My whole view in life is still disintegratin'
We dropped Television, now my life is crazy
So much more I know I wanna tell 'em
Coming for me, hope that someone help them
Bring a couple armies and a lot of weapons
'Cause it's 99, these niggas vicious, dawg
Man I've been living off borrowed time
Feel like my whole life passed me by
Stuck in the mud with a 9 - 5
I moved up, moved out to fall behind
My old ways found new ones to compromise
I found light in the darkest of places
Tried to embrace it, but fell on my face
And I spoke with the skeletons deep in my closet
Not sure if I'll find all the answers today
And today, I woke up with a brand new agenda
Thinkin' like, "What the fuck wrong with these niggas"
I feel like now and forever, I'll keep this vendetta
It's my guilty pleasure to finish, lil bitch, I'm a menace
Soul weighin' heavy, my heart wearin' thin
And my lungs full of venom
Straight out of Burly and fresh out the mud
Praying that I don't run out of my luck
How you gonna spend your evenings?
What you wanna throw down on the line?
Writer(s): Peder Losnegaard, Caleb Hoh, Connor Stakevich, Julian Segar-reid, Hank Collins, Sam Paulino, Aidan Ostby, Jared Fier
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