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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matthew Champion
Vocals
Merlyn Wood
Vocals
Romil Hemnani
Programming
Russell Boring
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Songwriter
Dominique Simpson
Songwriter
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Matthew Champion
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Songwriter
William Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jabari Manwarring
Producer
Kevin Abstract
Creative Director
Kiko Merley
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howl!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I'm scatterbrained, man, better offer the clon'
In Tejas apartments with racists doin' weird shit
Like, this'll make the biopic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit Zaxby's, get the wing and tings (yum)
Real quick, bills still stackin' to the ceilin' (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain't workin'? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't findin' yourself? (oh, I am, I'm tryin')
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama be done payin' the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn't you have a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite
Breakin' the mold mentally, master with no limitin'
Makin' 'em say, "Ugh!", they worshippin' our force viciously
Watchin' the floor tip in your temple of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it, I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on, I'll remind 'em with hostility
Hot-diggity damn, everyone runnin' scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another glance
Runnin' a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans
It's all pertainin' to plan, call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at
But that's too deep
Don't call me stupid
That ain't the way my name pronounced
Don't call me Cupid
I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston
Tryna see if Beyoncé will take me for adoption
Broke-ass rich suburbs
A civilian shot in Third Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the woodlands
I need a honeybutter
Vodka in a Sprite can
When I'm in the Whataburger
All the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter
Pourin lean in my Sprite can
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
I got a record but I'm clean as they come
I'm Godzilla, when they see me, they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I'ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I'm in the front seat shiftin' the gears
It's funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, led to Hollywood
I was livin' off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growin' up my teachers told me
"You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street"
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listenin' to *NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, 'cause they'll never know
What it's like to be called to what's not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I know
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin' me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don't need nobody tryna give me shit
Writer(s): Dominique Simpson, Ameer Vann, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood, Jabari Manwarring, Romil Hemnani, Clifford Simpson, Matthew Garrett Champion, Russell Evan Boring, Isaiah Merriweather
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