Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
Vocals
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tory Lanez
Vocals
Happy Perez
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Nathan Perez
Songwriter
Magnus August Høiberg
Songwriter
Ellison Anderson
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
David John
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Happy Perez
Producer
Cashmere Cat
Producer
MissingNo
Producer
Dan Fyfe
Engineer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Walter Halvorsen
Assistant Engineer
Johnathan Wright
Assistant Engineer
Jeffrey Ramirez
Assistant Engineer
Melissa Frank
Assistant Engineer
Chuma Nwokike
Assistant Engineer
Kyrill Bozhko
Assistant Engineer
Jake Smith
Assistant Engineer
Kory Welty
Assistant Engineer
Dakari
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got this flight to London, I ain't pop no Xan's for it
In case you was wonderin', I ain't even plan for it
I just left L.A., barely caught the plane
Fuckin' TSA, swear a **** ran for it
[Verse 2]
Ain't used to all this fame shit
This you all know my name shit
Me, I'm just the same kid
That fucked around and made it
Fucked over my main chick
Damn she was the main chick
Thinkin' 'bout the game
I shouldn't have played, but I played it
[Verse 3]
And now I'm missin' your love
I'ma roll up, I'm faded once again
I don't know where I am
But I just know, I'm driftin' far from you
I'm tryna keep my head strong
But my heart won't just let me grow away from you
Don't you know we driftin' off, driftin' off
I know you think that it's my fault, we fallin' off
All this hope and this disregard, driftin' off
I know you think there ain't no fault, I fall apart
[Verse 4]
And now I'm missin' your love
[Verse 5]
I blame it on the distance why I'm fuckin' with these bitches
These numbers in my phone, a text pops up, she's like, who is this?
You prolly got a mistress, probably every week it switches
Now is this cause for concern, and should I be suspicious?
I'm overseas trippin', a million miles away
And she's still in L.A., my mom's out in the Bay
And these overseas minutes add up, that's a lot to pay
I can pay it, yeah I know, but it's the excuse I say
[Verse 6]
She's been tryna track me down
I feel like I'm cattin' now
Dodgin' her when she's the one
I'm out here trippin', actin' wild
Startin' to wonder if I've changed
I'm like how could that be now
Would these bitches be here really if I wasn't rappin' now?
[Verse 7]
Tell me now
I'm faded once again, I don't know where I am
But I just know, I'm driftin' far from you
I'm tryna keep my head strong
But my heart won't just let me grow away from you
Don't you know we driftin' off, driftin' off
I know you think that it's my fault, we fallin' off
All this hope and this disregard, driftin' off
I know you think there ain't no fault, I fall apart
[Verse 8]
And now I'm missin' your love
[Verse 9]
I'm just so conflicted, it's been so long since we've kicked it
And I can't lie, I've missed it, but somewhere the current shifted
And now I'm somewhere else, far away, feel like we drifted
Hard to face the facts, I'm drinkin' to escape 'em, then get lifted
Get swept under the rug, till I'm trippin' on a pile
Did it change somethin' different for a while?
Yeah we grew apart with time
We ain't kicked it in a while
But I still think about you now
Without you, see there's differences now
But shit happens, how could we have known?
Nothin' can prepare us
From sleepin' at your parents
Now to sold out shows in Paris
To parties at my hotel, ashin' blunts up off my terrace
Tell me how'd we ever come to live this careless?
[Verse 10]
Tell me now
I'm faded once again, I don't know where I am
I just know I'm driftin' far from you
Tryna keep my head strong, but my heart won't just let me grow away from you
Don't you know we driftin' off, driftin' off
I know you think that it's my fault, we fallin' off
All this hope and this dis regard, driftin' off
I know you think there ain't no fault, I fall apart
[Verse 11]
And now I'm missin' your love
And now I'm missin' your love
Written by: Chris Brown, David John, Daystar Peterson, Ellison Anderson, Gerald Gillum, Magnus August Høiberg, Nathan Perez, Ricci Rucker