Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Holt
Bass
Ethan Goodpaster
Background Vocals
Jess Haney
Drums
Darrick Keller
Background Vocals
Ela Melo
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ela Melo
Songwriter
Charlie Holt
Arranger
Ethan Goodpaster
Arranger
Jess Haney
Arranger
Darrick Keller
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaxon Hargrove
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Mansfield
Assistant Engineer
Richard Dodd
Mastering Engineer
Jason Hall
Mixing Engineer
Jay Joyce
Producer
Melissa Spillman
Producer
Lyrics
Sugar city come home
Wizard on the weekend, willing on a weekday
You're kidding? Come on
Fed up with the prepay, looking for a keepsake
I'm no emerald liar
Dying for a card up my sleeve
I'm the gambling kind
For higher stakes and brighter takes I'll play
I'll make a deal with you
If all you want
Is not to leave love
To run 'em up
Call me when it lands
Hit me up when you're close
Call me when you can
Call me when you're close
Sugar city, pretty magic
Got me good vibes, thank God I ain't driving
Traffic vision blurred, blue bleeding
That's a black out ladder, it don't matter anyhow
I'm climbing, keep my good vibes
And check coats for cool climates in common
We got good friends rolled light on split ends
Pretty magic, traffic addicts
Now I don't really know where you stay at, can I get an address?
Never mind, my phone died, forget it
I don't really know where to bake that, unless you tryna get it
In which case my phone died, forget it
And I never answer calls when I'm in the kitchen
Cooking, it's just a thing, it's out
And I never call back when my friends looking at me
In the car 'cause it'd be all they wanna talk about
Oh, you tryna get a deal, a deal?
A deal, sorry on the real
But my eyes and my ears don't work well
And the floor keeps sliding out my heels
I can't feel 'em, am I still dreaming?
Skull on the table a still life, is this still life?
What's the meaning? Are we still dealing?
Feel like I can't act right, oh, right
Sugar city, pretty magic
Got me good vibes, thank God I ain't driving
Traffic vision blurred, blue bleeding
That's a black out ladder it don't matter anyhow
I'm climbing, keep my good vibes
And check coats for cool climates in common
We got good friends rolled light on split ends
Pretty magic, traffic addicts
I'll make a deal with you
If all you want
Is not to leave love
To run 'em up
Call me when it lands
Hit me up when you're close
Call me when you can
Call me when you're close
When were you planning on coming my way?
I've been here waiting all damn day to turn the lights down low
And turn the table on you
Will you keep all that you came with and more?
I'd play your game but I don't know what for
Cut the cable on
Every table I lose
And, oh-oh, call me when it lands
Hit me up when you're close
When you know you've won
Written by: Charles Holt, Darrick "Bozzy" Keller, Ela Melo, Ethan Goodpaster, Jess Haney