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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Smino
Vocals
Lucky Daye
Lucky Daye
Vocals
Phoelix
Phoelix
Vocals
Schenay Mosley
Schenay Mosley
Speaker
Sierra Brown
Sierra Brown
Speaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmanti Booker
Ahmanti Booker
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Dustin Bowle
Dustin Bowle
Songwriter
Michael Neil
Michael Neil
Songwriter
D Brown
D Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smino
Smino
Recording Engineer
Phoelix
Phoelix
Producer
monte booker
monte booker
Producer
Elton "L10" Chueng
Elton "L10" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
BRYAN SCHWALLER
BRYAN SCHWALLER
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You been on my mind more than a minute I was wastin' time splittin' decisions But when I pick you up I'ma take you down You been on my mind more than a minute I was wastin' time splittin' decisions But when I pick you up (When I pick you up) I'ma take you down Damn, I used to swear to her a lot, I was like Tyler, the Creator You actin' different, I'm really tired of the theatre I'm gettin' tired of L.A., it might be time to relocate again, blessed and highly flavored We all petrified by paper, cut to them pretty piano beats So I can sing off the balcony, Shakespeare is probably Black So we Romey Rome and Julise And we roam the town in the Tesla Her Telfar and my motor vegan I called just to see if your mama decent We go back like hairlines, Bejing trips, red eyes at the airline Pagin' me at the gate 'cause I'm late, you know me Came straight from the stu', got deadlines And that was your flatline Treatin' girls from my past like past times Had to learn how to dance, I don't wanna pass down Blacked out, bih caught me with my pants down, never again She doin' alchemy off the alcohol, called her after three Al Green on, got it on repeat, girl, you're all I–, Al Gr– Al Green on, off the alcohol, she on alchemy, comin' after me What she say to–, what she say to me Said she's tired of bein' at home She's so tired, off on her own Won't you cry 'fore you go Just as soon as you can You been on my mind more than a minute I was wastin' time splittin decisions But when I pick you up I'ma take you down You been on my mind more than a minute I was wastin' time splittin decisions But when I pick you up I'ma take you down She had me up all night, eggin' me on She kickin' back, whisperin' her thoughts If I do her night right, top of the morn' (Top of the morn') It's only real when it's freezing cold Seems like it only gets deep when I dive in it I lean in on your mind when I'm winin' it I just bought you new Cartiers, now you cryin' in it And now it's hard to walk away 'cause we blind in it Don't know when to quit, my love Never shoulda crossed that line You say I'm the shit, my love (You say I'm the shit, my love) Then tell me I ain't shit, my love She doin' alchemy off the alcohol, called her after three Al Green on, got it on repeat, girl, you're all I–, Al Gr– Al Green on, off the alcohol, she on alchemy, comin' after me What she say to–, what she say to me Said she's tired of bein' at home She's so tired, off on her own Won't you cry 'fore you go Just as soon as you can You been on my mind more than a minute (I've been down here an hour) I was wastin' time splittin decisions But when I pick you up I'ma take you down You been on my mind more than a minute I was wastin' time split-tin decisions (Chris, stop playin' with me, I know you see me callin' you) But when I pick you up (I been blowin' you up these last few days-) I'ma take you down (-And you still ain't hit my line back, like, Chris, what's up?) You changed my whole outlook on looking out These hoes left holes in (My heart) Heavy, on the kickback, nothing outside Some are nostalgic, every time I spin this block I think 'bout callin' you It's obvious I'm not over it, I'm still under the influence, subtly sober We still servin' these dreams like life can be wholesome If you lived by Wholefoods get out and phone 'em Ain't nobody better like me with my leases, knee greases and pony tail holders I can't get that shit from no Krogers "Yeah, hello? Hello?" (Hello, yes) "Yo, this Krogers?" (Yes, this is Krogers, can I help you?) "Y'all got Woods?" (Excuse me?) "Like, like, Backwoods" (Sir, no, this is Krogers, we do not sell Backwoods) "Alright, alright, alright, alright, uh" (Sir) "Well, shit, what's your name? You sound cute" (Boy, quit playin') "I'm for real" (Sir, is there anything else that you need?) I'm sure– I musta caught your 'ttention You should quit your day job (Day job) (Is there anything else that you need?) "Nothing, thank you" (Okay) "Bye bye" (Bye)
Writer(s): Christopher Smith, David Debrandon Brown, Dustin Bowie, Ahmanti Booker, Michael Neil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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