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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mick Jenkins
Mick Jenkins
Performer
serpentwithfeet
serpentwithfeet
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Jenkins
Mick Jenkins
Songwriter
Jagjeet Brar
Jagjeet Brar
Songwriter
Otto Maralot
Otto Maralot
Songwriter
Maninder Singh
Maninder Singh
Songwriter
Josiah Wise
Josiah Wise
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Otto Maralot
Otto Maralot
Producer
Kiran Kai
Kiran Kai
Producer
Oscar Laurence
Oscar Laurence
Producer
Jack Polley
Jack Polley
Producer
Joe Armon-Jones
Joe Armon-Jones
Producer
Oliver Samuels
Oliver Samuels
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mastering Engineer
Renzell
Renzell
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I was trippin' I was definitely trippin' now that I think about it Number two, I was Pippen No matter how hard I shoot, I'll never win it all On my own, yeah, without you (without you) It's the same thing for me I was trippin' I was just used to that shit It's like suicides after practice, I was conditioned this way You a brand-new conditioner I didn't realize that I was auditionin' though Bring all of your inhibitions this way Don't tell me no lies, I'm learnin', I'm listenin', huh You should recognize a nigga is different this way Less randomized, and way more intentional now It's all the way down to your hips and the distance dey sway I def' memorized your kiss and the lip-gloss you use I counted the freckles and all of the dips in your face Nothing can touch that joy Pitter patter of your feet I always slip at your pace I been trippin' I was definitely trippin' now that I think about it I was blue, I was crippin' See the red, Bull shittin' I was Pippen No matter how hard I shoot, I'll never win it all On my own, yeah, without you It's the same thing for me You more than enticed a young man Your voice was nearly enough to suffice at that time That isn't likely these days You know what I mean, we sacrifice for this love I know for sure it's not overpriced over here And that's not to say it wasn't expensive as fuck That's not to say we didn't roll a dice over here Scratchin' our heads, it wasn't no lice, it's just real life Committed to her before all of her vices were clear She committed to me despite the advices we heard We thought it was sweet, it's not Oberweis over here Felt like a male bird of paradise for a year Still, we throwin' rice over here (Rice over here) We both had walls up so high Reachin' new heights over here I been trippin' I was definitely trippin' now that I think about it With the crew, I was different Eyes were red, I was bitchin', bullshittin' No matter how hard I shoot, I'll never win it all On my own, without you
Writer(s): Kiran Gehrels Singh, Jack Polley, Joseph Armon-jones, Oscar Simeon Sarkar Samuels, Jayson Jenkins, Oscar Jerome Laurence, Otto Maralot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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