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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Joba
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matthew Champion
Vocals
Merlyn Wood
Vocals
bearface
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Simpson
Songwriter
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Ciarán McDonald
Songwriter
Matthew Champion
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Songwriter
Jabari Manwarring
Songwriter
William Anku Kraka Mawuli Andoh Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romil Hemnani
Producer
bearface
Producer
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer
Matt Mysko
Assistant Engineer
Andy Maxwell
Assistant Engineer
Chris Parker
Assistant Engineer
Jabari Manwarring
Producer
Joba
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let me find my way out of this bitch
Find myself high in the distance
Find me up, lying in this ditch
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
If I can't find time to get my heart out
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down?
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound?
Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner
Let me find my way out of this bitch
Find myself high in the distance
Find me up, lying in this ditch
With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'
If I can't find time to get my heart out
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down?
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound?
Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner
[Verse 2]
Aye, I'ma just bounce with that
In fact I bought a whole damn house with that
Aye, hand me where the ounces at
Tell me where the damn these ounces at
Aye, tell me where the ounces at, tell me where the ounces, ounces at
Aye, tell me where the ounces at, tell me where the ounces, ounces at
[Verse 3]
It's getting hot, you best just
(Wooh, Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
The effects can't touch this
(Wooh, Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
Stepped up, step down, bitch
(Wooh, Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)
Wait, wait, wait
[Verse 4]
I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I
I ain't never been the one that's scared of you
Baby, you can come and get it
I'm alive, I'm alive the bags in my ride, I
Baby, wanna come and get some
Maybe you can run away with us
[Verse 5]
In my bag in the vault, moving on, move along
Damn I fall, move too fast, life is skidding to a halt
Got back on the road, and made it to the start
Disregard me, emotional discharge
Can't forget the mission, put it to my heart
I ain't playing games, but you can play a part
Standing up with with prop behind my battle scars
[Verse 6]
Money walk and money talk, but money no make comfortable
Big ass house and big ass car don't add up when you die alone
I want white Nikes like five lights for some little clones
I want bliss, no strife
Rewind, don't slice around my aura with the better lies
I want a better life, bend around the corner
One deep, eyes shut when they know the place
But you don't know me, I don't correlate
Straight from manipulation wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers
Still wanna get me high, eyes low off that methadone
Always throwing curve, like a reaper sight
Gnawing on my wood like a termite, entering my world like a parasite (Parasite, parasite)
[Verse 7]
Praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed
At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit
Wooh, praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed
At war with my conscience, paranoid, I can't
[Verse 8]
Let me find my way out of this bitch
With a wrist and some diamonds a mixin'
If I can't find time to get my heart out
Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down
Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound
Ain't no telling, no telling so turn the car down
[Verse 9]
Sittin' on your porch across parking lots
And you like it hot, better dodge the cops
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks
I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I, I
Sittin' on your porch across parking lots
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks
Sittin' on your porch across parking lots
I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots, I
Sittin' on your porch across parking lots
And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks
I miss you lots, I, I miss you lots I, I miss you lots
(That's all I got for you...)
Written by: Dominique Simpson, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Boring, William Wood