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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Wyatt Woodley
Wyatt Woodley
Songwriter
Ernest Brown III
Ernest Brown III
Songwriter
Andre Powell
Andre Powell
Songwriter
Troy Correa Boyd II
Troy Correa Boyd II
Songwriter
William Mosgrove
William Mosgrove
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FIFTEENAFTER
FIFTEENAFTER
Producer
Charlie Heat
Charlie Heat
Producer
Obvi
Obvi
Producer
Bill Mosgrove
Bill Mosgrove
Producer
Wyatt Woodley
Wyatt Woodley
Producer
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Chris Bhikoo
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Engineer
Thurdi
Thurdi
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Downtown Seattle on a weekend You live kinda close, but not too close Hit your FaceTime, are you decent? It's nine o'clock, you're either naked or you're fully clothed Why you in the club on a Thursday? These - always thirsty and it's full of those Matchin' pyjamas season is comin' up How we both single? Girl, we gon' cut it close 'Cause you bad, bad, yeah, you fine, fine Put tequila on pause, you're drinkin' white wine But Stella ain't wine, I hope you know that You say stop makin' fun of you, or I go back to them stank hoes To them girls that wear a bracelet on their ankles, to them Instagram models, who only worried 'bout her angles No, thank you I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your - for no one Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me Even at my worst, I know you're lovin' me On days I don't put you first, you're still in love with me Even at my worst, I know you're lovin' me On days I don't put you first, you're still in love with me Yeah, uh So - with them - ain't no fair trade Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe Could - with someone else, it ain't the same thing So, no, thank you I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your - for no one Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me (ah) I know what I got, it ain't an angel But I wouldn't trade your - for no one Even on your worst day, I thank you for lovin' me
Writer(s): Bryson Tiller, Ernest Eugene Brown Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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