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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isaiah Rashad
Isaiah Rashad
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bach Hoang Nguyentran
Bach Hoang Nguyentran
Songwriter
Isaiah Rashad McClain
Isaiah Rashad McClain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FrancisGotHeat
FrancisGotHeat
Producer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Mixing Engineer
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Beat tight as fuck
Turn up, turn the light off Des
Turn it down
Aye, you roll up?
You'll roll up for the boys?
4r da squaw?
Nah, that’s Ty job right now
Aye, check me out
If I can pay my bills
I'm good, I'm comin' over
Found a message in my bottle
Your son is comin' up
By the beer, by ear
By boo – what Yari saying?
You ain't nothin' but a baby
Your fear is growin' up
Listen here I say my dude and what you call it
It was heaven at the bottom
And peace from throwin' up
By the beer, by ear
By boo – my Yari saying
You ain't nothin' but a baby
Your fear is growin' up
I think I do this shit for real dawg
Hey, I ain't no motherfuckin' maybe
I'm for motherfuckin' real dawg
Hey mama, mama
I got some dollars for your bills, though
(Bills though)
Hey, now I'm the hit and I'm the topic
All that matters I'm Jaleel dog, hey
You know I think the sunshine
Should feel how I feel
How I feel like yeah
I think at night time
The moon should call my phone
Hit my line, I'm here for you
And East side shame on us
Rain come on now
I figured the mood
I figure, I figure
When I pay my bills I'm good
I'm comin' over
Found a message in my bottle
Your son is comin' up
By the beer, by ear
By boo – what Yari saying?
You ain't nothin' but a baby
Your fear is growin' up
Listen here I say my dude and what you call it
It was heaven at the bottom
And peace from throwin' up
By the beer, by ear
By boo – my Yari saying
You ain't nothin' but a baby
Your fear is growin' up
I got a dollar and a, stop in Kansas
Todo to do or do not, do not forget me
I been wylin' Santa, pop and rock 'em
Lord forgive 'em for the talcum powder
Alright now stretch it, bless it
Bless it my brother and his record
On the record, for the record
Hey, and play it back 'cause they respect us
Alright now I got the moon and the stars below my feet
So low I speak
So I don't wake them, praise the Lord, the God in me
Who made me spoiled with rotten teeth
So I perform the prophecy
And on the norm the plot could be
To be expressing who we are
And addressin' who they aren't
And doin' what they can't and want
If I can pay my bills
I'm good, I'm comin' over
Found a message in my bottle
Your son is comin' up
By the beer, by ear
By boo – what Yari saying?
You ain't nothin' but a baby
Your fear is growin' up
Listen here I say my dude and what you call it
It was heaven at the bottom
And peace from throwin' up
By the beer, by ear
By boo – my Yari saying
You ain't nothin' but a baby
Your fear is growin' up
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Written by: Isaiah Rashad McClain
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