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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SiR
SiR
Vocals
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sigurd Strumse Lauritzen
Sigurd Strumse Lauritzen
Composer
Sir Darryl Andrew Farris
Sir Darryl Andrew Farris
Songwriter
Isaiah Rashad McClain
Isaiah Rashad McClain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sigurd
Sigurd
Producer

Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye Aye, aye-aye Jackie youngest baby, I been crazy since the sixth grade Full clip on my mental, too official for your mixtape I could paint a picture so wavy the boat bends But lately, I been burning the candle at both ends I remember a time when we would enjoy the breeze Wasn't so concerned with whether the weather was getting better One day, I was surprised to discover all eyes on me I don't think I'ma get used to this attention, no, not ever Never been too shy for the limelight, but I never really cared much I always knew a direction to fly right, but I never really cared much Ooh, I need to stop treating hoes like I need 'em I'm too busy making promises when I can't keep 'em It's time I slow this 'Lac down to a hunnid I keep making the same mistakes when I should be learning from it Aw, karma coming and it's prolly gon' be bad for me Nothing I can do, it's gon' be what it has to be Wish I never bought the game my uncle sold me It's a little too late to save the old me, oh Karma coming, karma coming, karma coming, aye Karma coming, karma coming, karma coming, aye Karma coming, karma coming, karma coming, aye Young, young, young Chevrolet Shad yelling "Heaven ain't hard" But the devil ain't far, yeah Got a hoe with new jaw, yeah Wanna fuck in my car, yeah Aye, where your heart been? If you suppress enough the decimals can make you special, huh If you press enough the extra ones can make you stress it, huh They want the extra love, the extra love, the extra love Exiled in exodus, it's excellent It make a young nigga reckless and reckless and reckless and reckless and, aw, shit Nigga what's poppin'? Fuckin' the most I'm countin' up paper, countin' up cash It's a vibration, haven't I told you? It's a vacation, haven't I showed you? I'm ruthless, lil' bitch tryna hit my lil' line tryna talk 'bout closure You stupid, lil' bitch tryna hit my lil' line, never living outside Ooh, I need to stop treating hoes like I need 'em I'm too busy making promises when I can't keep 'em It's time I slow this 'Lac down to a hunnid I keep making the same mistakes when I should be learning from it Aw, karma coming and it's prolly gon' be bad for me Nothing I can do, it's gon' be what it has to be Wish I never bought the game my uncle sold me It's a little too late to save the old me, oh Karma coming, karma coming, karma coming, aye Karma coming, karma coming, karma coming, aye Karma coming, karma coming, karma coming, aye Aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye
Writer(s): Darryl Farris, Sigurd Lauritzen, Isiah Mcclain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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