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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Performer
Shem Raeburn
Musician
Courtney Freckleton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shem Raeburn
Lyrics
Timotheus Lawson
Composer
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timotheus Lawson
Producer
Dave Turner
Engineer
Jevon Ellis
Producer
Maestro
Producer
Marrik Shearer
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I had a dream I was on tour, ever night I encored
The fiends wanna know how long I'm gone for
Tell them that you're not sure
The Feds wanna know where Nina's at
But I'm overseas, holler at Pebz or Roms if you need a pack
'Cause I ain't of the corner like that no more
With all these snakes and these ratchet whores
Rich **** actin' poor, poor **** actin' rich
Comes like sad **** grind just to flash on chicks
Come through with the Louis rucksack with the matching kicks
I rate that **** 'cause he kept it humble not because he got a flashy whip
My **** really on if you see me with your chick
You'll be asking her did he hit like a Biggie song
Came a long way from me and Helmo going halves on a half O
Now we bury money like Narcos
I build pack alliances, hard to move O's
Would have been on rap more but I can't do shows
[Verse 2]
When the sun goes down
I lay my head down
I feel
This feeling is profound
Even though you ain't around
I'm with you
When I feel like I won't make it
I just brace it
I know they hate it
But this is real
[Verse 3]
I cried tears when they gave my **** twenty-five years
I got billon pound dreams, thirty year nightmares
I've been feeling more low, 'cause this weeks been more slow
Plus my baby mums' on me, says she needs more dough
**** want me dead, Feds want me sharing a cell
I still walk around like I ain't got a care in the world
Rapping all these big words that I barely can spell
I just wanna get this money so I'm airing my girl
But it's a hard life, seen my **** mum with a glass pipe
Stolen peds up and down, I couldn't sleep last night
Jigga just came home, my **** Fundz soon come
**** complaining about the grub, I need smooth run
About to go to legit, Feds hoping that I slip
Fam is cold on the strip, I'm too old for that shit
It's different where I live, got kids killing kids
**** don't even know who the prime minister is
It's Nines
[Verse 4]
When the sun goes down
I lay my head down
I feel
This feeling is profound
Even though you ain't around
I'm with you
When I feel like I won't make it
Imagine I throw the next rap bitch just
Be here with me, yeah
I just brace it
I know she's tryna fuck but fuck her right now
You know, like, let's do this music
This is a real
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Courtney Freckleton, Shem Raeburn, Timotheus Lawson