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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cochise
Cochise
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Cox
Terrell Cox
Songwriter
Miles Mack
Miles Mack
Songwriter
Daniel Peters
Daniel Peters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cochise
Cochise
Recording Engineer
Nonbruh
Nonbruh
Producer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer
Ransom
Ransom
Producer

Lyrics

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Writer(s): Terrell Cox, Miles Mack, Daniel Peters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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