Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Vocals
Ashlan Grey
Ashlan Grey
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Joba
Joba
Vocals
Matt Champion
Matt Champion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Songwriter
Clifford Ian Simpson
Clifford Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Cody Hernandez
Cody Hernandez
Songwriter
Dominic Simpson
Dominic Simpson
Songwriter
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Songwriter
Matt Champion
Matt Champion
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Songwriter
William Wood
William Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jabari Manwarring
Jabari Manwarring
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Producer

Lyrics

I spent like a year and a half on the Greyhound bus On the way to see this girl Take a flight back just to keep my job Used to fly standby, late to the airport Where the buddy pass? Stuck in the traffic Whole lotta hours, real long distance But I've grown since then Learned to be on my own since then Marble floor in my brand new crib This the life that I wanted, still Got a hole and it burn my chest Mash the chip that's still in my shoulder Ain't a day that I still been sober These the things that I'm trippin' over Y'all motherfuckers made three albums Still talkin' about the same shit The one gay, the one sellin' drugs The one that's, ah, tryna act like Lil Wayne What the fuck is this shit, man? Y'all better turn this shit off when y'all get in the whip When y'all enter my whip, y'all better not play this shit 'Cause this can go right the fuck off Now them boys hooked on heroin Parents always askin' like, "Where y'all get it from?" Rehab poppin' like when Amy had the single out Single out the reasons how I quit before I fell down I used to pick Ameer up Talk about what's got us fucked up We vent till the sun up, ay Hopefully get our funds up, ay And if I didn't know y'all, maybe y'all would have a desk job Tickin' till I off myself Used to drive around for some hours (Oh, ohhh) Used to get paid by the hour (Oh, ohhh) Now I'm just pickin' up my check (Oh, ohhh) Now I'm just pickin' up a sweat (Yeah) Used to drive around for some hours (Oh, ohhh) Circle 'round the block for some hours (Oh, ohhh) Now I'm just pickin' up my check (Oh, ohhh) Now I'm just pickin' up a sweat (Yeah) Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby I spent like a year and a half feelin' sorry for myself 'Cause I thought love ain't make sense anymore If I drank, you would probably see a fifth on the floor And a hole in the door, rest a few more Scared of the past I've been tryna avoid, from before I was born Runnin' from the shoes that my grandfather's wore Tryna pick a better battle I saw on the wharf Feel the sun in my pores, but I still got clouds in my head, now Rain for a little bit, stay for a little bit Moved along with my head down That's what momma taught me and I never let them fuck me When they handed me a dead king's crown Told 'em think of what you doin' before I'm the one you're choosin' I just wanna be a human when I share myself Hear the things I'm sayin' and I scare myself, goddamn Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby Be there any minute I'll be on it in it, baby
Writer(s): Dominique Simpson, Cody Hernandez, William Wood, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Ameer Vann, Jabari Manwarring, Clifford Simpson, Russell Evan Boring Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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