Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Bennie Briggman
Bennie Briggman
Songwriter
Michael Briggman
Michael Briggman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
Project Kids
Project Kids
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, gang, gang, gang Look, uh Hold up, look I'm tryna slide with a vibe Like, girl, put that pain to the side Like, open up, I put my finger inside From the trenches, I gotta survive Like, how would you feel if they told you I died? Told bro, "You slide, I slide" Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God Really with it, this not a façade Like, I'm tryna slide whenever (Uh) That nigga tryna die, whatever Big bro told me to keep it together No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater You gotta move smartеr, you gotta do better But, I'm still tryna stay with Berеtta When I was in jail, they ain't send me no letters I'm like, "Fuck it," I see 'em whenever I got back, I was sturdy as ever Make it rain, better grab ya umbrella You so deep, this shit look like Coachella I gotta T up, I ain't livin' forever For my money, I'm slappin' the teller 'Member back, I was clappin' a sweater She like, "Sleepy, you gettin' me wetter" I told her, "I got it," so, I had to get her Hold it down, why the fuck would you get up Can't be trustin' that shit, it's a setup Type of shit that can get niggas wet up And, I'm start bitchin' if you get me fed up Uh, yeah, uh, wait How the fuck you gon' step on a stepper? I be doin' this shit with no effort Don't wanna know you, I ain't tryna network Uh, I'm tryna slide with a vibe Like, girl, put that pain to the side Like, open up, I put my finger inside From the trenches, I gotta survive Like, how would you feel if they told you I died? Told bro, "You slide, I slide" Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God Really with it, this not a façade Like, I'm tryna slide whenever (Uh) That nigga tryna die, whatever Big bro told me to keep it together No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better But, I'm still tryna stay with Beretta When I was in jail, they ain't send me no letters I'm like, "Fuck it," I see 'em whenever
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers, Bennie Briggman, Michael Briggman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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