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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Vocals
Jim-E Stack
Jim-E Stack
Keyboards
Ariel Rechtshaid
Ariel Rechtshaid
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Songwriter
James Stack
James Stack
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Producer
Jim-E Stack
Jim-E Stack
Producer
Ariel Rechtshaid
Ariel Rechtshaid
Producer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Assistant Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Photo album, but the color faded from it If I could go back and tell you how it ends, I would've done it Don't look down (ooh) Don't look down (ooh) Friends and family took the alley to Miami Got caught up and now my baby's got no daddy, can you send me something? I can't do all of this shouting on an empty stomach I can't find myself no balance in this emptiness By "long way down," she meant the hole I dug myself I can't keep control of myself, sometimes I just don't know my- (fuck that shit) My bitch, she bad, dawg, it's all in my head Mama told me, "Don't be shy," Seno said, "Let's get this" (watch how fast I switch this) What up to Gibs and Stunna Man? Watch my brother n'em while you can, ayy Shut up, them boys ain't coming outside While I'm outside doing my dance And I might juk and juk, and juk, and juk and juk and juk, and juk, and juk Remember when I couldn't make ends Then I made M's and the shit made sense I be looking through the Photo album, but the color faded from it If I could go back and tell you how it ends, I would've done it Don't look down (ooh) Don't look down (ooh) Friends and family never cared about the Grammys 'Til I grew up out the hand-me-downs and bought the family house I be looking through the photo album, you remember all the good old days? K Swiss and polo down And mama had to put a down payment by herself and ain't nobody even try to help She went to jail and shit went left, and I was left I did my best, I needed rest, I got arrested Everybody looking at me like I'm not invested Bitch, you know how hard I was stressing? Please, don't call me with weekend plans I'm ripping out all my hair And, bitch, I don't even dance But sometimes, I like to Juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, I like to juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk I like to juk, juk, juk, juk-juk, juk, juk, juk-juk Juk, juk, juk-juk, juk I be looking through the Photo album, but the color faded from it If I could go back and tell you how it ends, I would've done it Don't look down Don't look down
Writer(s): Dominic Fike, James Stack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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