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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Casey Veggies
Casey Veggies
Vocals
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Drums
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Background Vocals
Jesse®
Jesse®
Lead Vocals
Michael Margott
Michael Margott
Bass Guitar
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Veggies
Casey Veggies
Songwriter
Kossisko
Kossisko
Songwriter
Jesse®
Jesse®
Songwriter
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Songwriter
Michael Margott
Michael Margott
Songwriter
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jesse®
Jesse®
Producer
Chris Mullings
Chris Mullings
Recording Engineer
Benjamin Wollner
Benjamin Wollner
Mixing Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm paranoid I hate to sleep alone My mind's playin' tricks, tryin' to break my zone I lost a lot tryin' to reach the throne Many nights I ain't make it home She want me there, it's like a need a clone I try my best, no matter what it's like I'm always wrong I guess that's why I wrote this song Just hoping you would call my phone Money hit my line I'm on tour like all the time Girl you know I'm on my grind I just need some peace of mind I hope she hear this shit and press rewind We went our separate ways until next time Time to race this marathon at times I feel a step behind I take it as a lessoned learned, and then we cross the finish line Thank God I woke up in the mornin' See the sunshine through the blinds At times I sit and reminisce On all the things I left behind Rest in pieces peace of mind Someday we will reunite This is the shit that your baby loves too Promise you that'll make a baby with you Make a momma of you Ain't no drama with you My baby brings heat like a momma does too I pay homage to you And college for the babies I'll even move your momma to the Bahamas and maybe I'll take you on the open road, you'll take me where the ocean goes I'm getting cheesy on these jungle drums I sound like wheezy on a million Coming and I know it but The money doesn't have control of us This is the shit, make you momma start cryin' Not because she's sad, 'cause her baby's alright Her baby's her pride, that baby's her life And momma would break down if the baby did die Rest in pieces peace of mind Someday we will reunite, again Rest in peace my peace of mind I hope that we will reunite Oh, no, no Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no If you go, momma, where do we go? And if you go, momma, what do we lose? If we leave, momma, when do we breathe? How do we eat? Where do we sleep? If you go, momma, where do we go? If you move, momma, what do we do? Momma how do we breathe? How do we eat? Where do I go to sleep? If you move, momma Oh, no Where am I gonna go? I need to go home I need to go home I came to party but they, they don't know when to stop I came to party, but they, they don't know what she got Like a whisper to me (Like a whisper to me) Rappers stay not caring (Rappers stay not caring) They be listenin' to me I gotta get higher 'cause you're way up there (Like a whisper to me, like a whisper to me)
Writer(s): Michael Margott, Jesse Rutherford, Zach Abels, Casey Jones, Kossisko Konan, Jeremiah Freedman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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