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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rejjie Snow
Rejjie Snow
Vocals
Ben Free
Ben Free
Rhodes Piano
Sam Barsh
Sam Barsh
Piano
Tenn Smith
Tenn Smith
Background Vocals
Rahki Smith
Rahki Smith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahki Smith
Rahki Smith
Composer
Alex Anyaegbunam
Alex Anyaegbunam
Composer
Kelsey Bulkin
Kelsey Bulkin
Composer
Benjamin Freedlander
Benjamin Freedlander
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rahki Smith
Rahki Smith
Producer
Lauren D'Elia
Lauren D'Elia
Recording Engineer
Jason Schweitzer
Jason Schweitzer
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name Your kingdom come, you will be done On earth as it is in heaven Got my chariot waitin' You know I'm stayin' alive Be it Heaven or Hades You know I gotta survive Swing low, swing low Swing low, swing low Keep my feet above everything Yeah, you know that I'm crazy Got my angels in full swing Yeah, nothin' can phase me Swing low, swing low Swing low, swing low And I, ooh, yeah And I, ooh, yeah All these niggas rappers Playin' rappers, greatest actors Me, I kept it humble Me, I did it, this my greatest chapter Written here where bodies lay Mummified and on display Zulu with the shackles Freein' weapons be the up and keep You gon' make me catch a body like them fuckin' rappers do Or you gon' make me have to make a record about fuckin' you You gon' make me have to have these gold teeth and tattoos You gon' make me have to crash Mercedes, so I'm beggin' you Shut the ballin' late in Dublin, purple fluid in my cup and Broken dreams and wet dreams, there's alcohol inside my gut All you say is, "Fuck me better" Chicken grease up on my sweater Fast food and bad mood's equivalent of hardly better Yeah, I keep my 'fro intact Camel causin' heart attacks, bitches on my fuckin' lap Toe tags and handbags, the smell make my balls sag Portraits of my mama's face, poppa knows I'm sayin' grace This here be my only take Got my chariot waitin' You know I'm stayin' alive Be it Heaven or Hades You know I gotta survive Swing low, swing low Swing low, swing low Keep my feet above everything Yeah, you know that I'm crazy Got my angels in full swing Yeah, nothin' can phase me Swing low, swing low Swing low, swing low And I, ooh, yeah And I, ooh, yeah 93 my born date It's King, here he shall lay His penmanship will resonate and legacy deteriorate In such relay, yeah Don't stimulate, yeah Just regulate, yeah Try to educate, yeah Will imitate, yeah, yeah, yeah Two big bricks for the low, you snake Our dreams they came crashin' in I was always born to win Crack heads in Dublin city Love me, keep me covenant Prayin' to my lover-hoe She hold me down, I'm celibate Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Now I'm prayin', "Hallelujah," that I'm not the shooter Crashin' up, that record spinnin' Way before this rap been winnin' Y'all was steady pluckin' chickens Trophies in my mama's kitchen Champagne and lovely women fortify my old soul 'Cause it's doin' numbers that I multiplied, I don't know Every single record I be cryin' at my old hoes Rejjie-this and Rejjie-that, you fuckin' bitch, I hate y'all Got my chariot waitin' You know I'm stayin' alive Be it Heaven or Hades You know I gotta survive Swing low, swing low Swing low, swing low Keep my feet above everything Yeah, you know that I'm crazy Got my angels in full swing Yeah, nothin' can phase me Swing low, swing low Swing low, swing low And I, ooh, yeah And I, ooh, yeah
Writer(s): Kelsey Bulkin, Alexander Anyaegbunam, Benjamin Hill Freedlander, Columbus Smith Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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