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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caitlyn Harris
Caitlyn Harris
Background Vocals
No Rome
No Rome
Background Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Ciarán McDonald
Ciarán McDonald
Songwriter
Arnold Hennings
Arnold Hennings
Songwriter
Lisa Lopes
Lisa Lopes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bearface
Bearface
Producer
Bob Power
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Honey Canin
Honey Canin
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Heba Kadry
Heba Kadry
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Back, back when we was still outside (yeah) Church next door, we couldn't afford the tide I was only 19, I was down for the ride (woo) Everything I wanted on my passenger side (yeah) Embrace who we was, we was broke, we was live We would smoke, we would sigh We would smile just to cry Fightin' to survive, just to get ideas out When niggas was hungry, couldn't afford the big house Niggas was scrawny, somebody break they ribs out Fightin' over meals, the crib was not Aunt Viv's house Man, press photo with the blue couch Now we hit each other just to hang out Oh, oh, oh-oh (I know it ain't) All that (I know it ain't) All that (yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, oh-oh (I know it ain't) All that (I know it ain't) All that (yeah, yeah) It's all of us sittin' there in the livin' room I'm like, "Fuck it, yo, this what we finna do I can't stand seein' us not there On the big screen with the homies here We know once we get that shot We gon' push limits and never look back" (yeah, uh) Fast-forward, everything feels backwards Everything went left at the BRIT awards When I decided not to show up or show support 'Cause I was tryna go solo before we went on tour (come on) Too much trauma for me to be at my highest (come on) I missed Ameer, so me and Dom kept fightin' (mmh) He almost pushed me off the edge (edge) But honestly, I shouldn't have said what I said I shoulda went to therapy instead Started to heal, that's what we all needed The record deal wasn't helpin' either (come on) That merch deal ain't help either (come on) It gave me more money for alcohol I guess blowin' up ain't all that at all Oh, oh, oh-oh (I know it ain't) All that (I know it ain't) All that (yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, oh-oh (I know it ain't) All that (I know it ain't) All that (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Arnold W. Hennings, Ciaran Mcdonald, Ian Simpson, Romil Hemnani, Lisa Lopes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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