Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Connor Price
Connor Price
Vocals
Lucca DL
Lucca DL
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor Price
Connor Price
Lyrics
Lucca DL
Lucca DL
Lyrics
Graham William Stiefel
Graham William Stiefel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
100 Graham
Producer
Christian Sagum
Christian Sagum
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

What honey Try to get me in a room, yeah Everybody want to talk, why Always coming with the tunes (hm) They know I'm a take it far, right Something I already knew, yeah Never needed your applause, nah They been saying it's a fluke This is not a false alarm It's not Did it and I never sold my soul Devil never gonna hold me close You can put that on the Holy Ghost I'm a night owl like I'm OVO Hit a dance with it like a do-si-do No this is not my first rodeo No luck needed no four leaf clove Yes I know I look like Cody Ko Content lit so the YouTube pays us Nintendo I don't do 2 k just Sweet sixteens I don't do soufflé but Rich in taste with a few tooth aches Look, lemme take them all back, back Fit a whole studio in a backpack Little kid in the back with the black cap Making hits in the class like Jack Black did That's passion I ain't sleeping I'm back at it Young and Restless, Jack Abbot Been in Vegas rat packing Still never spent a dollar up at the casino I still gamble on me though They underestimate me so I'm a wolf dressing in sheep's clothing I been on my way Switching in and out of lanes Keeping track of what I make Everybody want to take Try to get me in a room, yeah Everybody want to talk, why Always coming with the tunes They know I'm a take it far, right Something I already knew, yeah Never needed your applause, nah They been saying it's a fluke This is not a false alarm It's not This is not a false alarm Latin America raising the bar Tão dizendo que eu mudei, hm Acho pior eu ficar no lugar Tight crew, we come out in the dark White shoes, while I pick them apart I'm from a city that really don't play Eu não sou gringo não vim me vingar Eu vim me vinga De todo mundo que me duvidava Eu cresci sozinho não te devo nada Essa caneta é arma E ela nunca trava Sempre fui assim E Todos nem ligavam Mas agora ligam Vão fazer o que Um brasileiro na tua TV Still got accolades I gotta get And I won't stop until my country's set like Eles duvidam da gente A gente trampa o dia inteiro Eles derrubam a gente E levantamo ali mesmo Parece que não aprendem É um pais de guerreiros Mas isso não nos surpreende Eu amo ser brasileiro I been on my way Switching in and out of lanes Keeping track of what I make Everybody want to take Try to get me in a room, yeah Everybody want to talk, why Always coming with the tunes They know I'm a take it far, right Something I already knew, yeah Never needed your applause, nah They been saying it's a fluke This is not a false alarm It's not
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, Connor Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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