Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yuseff Hamm Jr.
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yuseff Hamm
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yuseff Hamm Jr.
Engineer
Lyrics
I think that I love her, seem like she loves me not
Shame we had to grade school the plot
Wonder's now what I hope for
Bread and a first class ticket to where there's wagyu all in my dishes
Simple livin, really
I mean pimpin' ain't that easy, believe me
I want Hublot, Georges to Benjamins, decadence adorns me
I feel the Hee-B-G-Bs
Got no time to think on my post-mortem
On my mind think I might switch borders
All on my mind think you might be gorgeous
All on my mind like you Ellie, Jorja, shorty
Don't we sound so gorgeous in this place now
Look so gorgeous in the face
And you look so gorgeous in the face
Gorgeous in the face, tell me more than first name
Everybody know that to know is the way
The way we flow, effort goes baby we skatin
Question for you baby now should we negate
The mistake, of you not coming to estate
Or the block, tell me how you wanna play, uh
We be in the spot, love it when the needle drop
I tell you once the only rule, you stick with me, I stick with you
I posit that our problem contentment is only good for few
I wanna think that rockets could take us back to the earth from moon
I'm certain that when lightning strike, eyes meeting and seeing true
Feelings you cannot confuse, ain't it really awkward
Feelin' really vulnerable, but happy that we rockin
Everything pursued I get in time go ahead and clock it
If you killing space-walk, Houston don't see a problem
Other option, we so locked in for the record, disc jockey
Remind me how I'm spinnin' for more dubs, what a hobby
Gift given Santa baby, got you buzzin, oh jolly, but I get it stick driftin
We still spinnin' in the lobbies of Ibiza, Morocco, back through Chicago
Passport stamps, more like stampedes I know
We be in the spot
We be in the spot, love it when the needle drop
My pitch is, Pedro like there's no chance to get it
I'm livid if I send money and you don't spend it
I'm not offended by lower powers that wilt their flowers
It's kinda silly, they diggin' for dirt, can't grow a lily
How depressing, no reflection of my own mood
Doom is what they circulate, your focus, you comin' solo
Or with friends? This is now your chance
Time to switch borders and get away
Switch borders, you're stuck inside the wrong time zone
Turn the recalibration on, hit the switch
Oh no, you can't go lovin' on your own
So I'll just come along
No hits, but the victory flawless
Got no hits, but the victory
Got no hits
Yeah, my defense lit, you got no hits
You talk yo shit, but the victory flawless
No hits, but the victory flawless
Aye
I'm feelin' like when lightning strike eyes meeting and seeing true feelings
I'm feelin' like when lightning strike eyes meeting and seeing true feelings
I'm feelin' like when lightning strike eyes meeting and seeing true feelings
Written by: Yuseff Hamm