Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Abstract
Performer
Ryan Beatty
Performer
Anthony Watts
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Beatty
Composer
Ian Simpson
Composer
Anthony Watts
Composer
Gabriel Acheson
Composer
Baird Acheson
Composer
Romil Hemnani
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goldwash
Producer
Baird Acheson
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Kim
Assistant Engineer
Julian Picado
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Been laid off work
A Texas boy, I was dreamin' of L.A
We was trippin' off candy paint, yeah
Blow the speakers out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shoot my own movie with my niggas now
Five bedrooms, most of us was sleeping on the couch
Bring 'em drugs in, I was dressed up like McLovin
Had some shit to say, so I said it out in public
Should've told my niggas all the shit that I was struggling with
All I wanna do is tour and fuck
All I wanna do is get my money up
But you still in my way, bitch, you still in my way
Get the fuck up out my way, which way
In your bed, keeping secrets
In your dreams, you keep leading me on
Long as you're loving me, long as you're loving me
We can keep this going on
You know I'll wait another day
Long as I hear you finally say
It was just a shot in the dark
It was only half of your heart
Then we run it up lookin' fresh as fuck
Got me runnin' 'round this town, the stereo
In my ears, too loud, turnin' down the crowd
I ain't never wishy-washy, I don't live in doubt
I know (I know)
I know who you are
Y'all scared, y'all scared, y'all scared, y'all scared to go that far
(What ya scared of? What ya scared of?)
(What, what, what ya...)
In your bed, keeping secrets
In your dreams, you keep leading me on
Long as you're loving me, long as you're loving me
We can keep this goin' on
You know I'll wait another day
Long as I hear you finally say
It was just a shot in the dark
It was only half of your heart
You know I'll wait another day
Long as I hear you finally say
It was just a shot in the dark
It was only half of your heart
Look at the fireworks going off
Look at my boy, man, he loves showing off
Big arms, no tattoos, we can't take no more bad news
Never gon' fit into my dad's shoes, all gone in a vacuum
Looking right back at you on a plane, we goin' home
Woke up in a castle, my life as an adult
I need like three summers, I need nights, please mama
Bring me some more peace, these days we barely sleep
We been working all through the week
My nigga provide for me
That my soldier, that my soldier, that my soldier, he know
He know I got him 'til we old, until we put in the ground
The three-peat, my life on repeat
This shit like three-peat, my life on repeat
That my soldier, that my soldier, that my soldier, he know
He know I got him 'til we old, until we put in the ground
The three-peat, my life on repeat
This shit like three-peat, my life on repeat
Writer(s): Baird Robert Wittner Acheson, Clifford Simpson, Romil Hemnani, Anthony Watts, Gabe Acheson, Ryan Beatty
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