In primo piano
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fousheé
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Bisel
Songwriter
Walter Williams
Songwriter
Michael E. Neil
Songwriter
Brittany Foushee
Songwriter
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phoelix
Producer
Rob Bisel
Producer
Spencer Dennis
Recording Engineer
Trevor Taylor
Assistant Engineer
Ivan Handwerk
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Producer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Engineer
Fili Filizzola
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Testi
Yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah
Supernova high like glitter in the sky
I'm faded out my mind, let's make a memory
Running through my mind, I think you may be my type
Or you could be cyanide but I'll never leave
I'ma let it play out, maybe we can hang out
You got everything I need
I done let this drink orbit, now I got a taste for it
I'ma wipe the whole plate clean
I been keeping myself icy
Never seen nobody I need
My squad got the blicky, don't squeeze
'Cause my niggas don't play about me
Supernova high like glitter in the sky
I'm faded out my mind, let's make a memory
Running through my mind, I think you may be my type
Or you could be cyanide but I'll never leave
Running like Nike, we picking up speed
Southside in a flash, two-door squeaky clean
I'm with all the money, I'm a money tree
I don't chase nobody, I just plant my feet
And they come to me (no), they run to me
Like a blitz, didn't make the team
I'm making hits, blink and I might take your bitch
Smoking on that stanky shit, might pull up in a new spaceship
I'm his supernova so he shooting star'd my necklace
Supernova high like glitter in the sky
I'm faded out my mind, let's make a memory
Running through my mind, I think you may be my type
Or you could be cyanide, but I'll never leave
Writer(s): Dylan Ismael Teixeira, Robert Bisel, Michael Edward Neil, Britanny Foushee, Walter Williams
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