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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Earl Sweatshirt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thebe Kgositsile
Songwriter
Sage Elsesser
Songwriter
Harvey Scales
Songwriter
Albert Vance
Songwriter
Don Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thebe Kgositsile
Mixing Engineer
Sage Elsesser
Producer
Shamel of SOTC
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pedal to the metal
Lost footin', it was sugar in my gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
It's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told you these the last days
It's all mine, could've split the last plate
**** didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
Apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibi straight, you ain't gotta lie
Shook tradition, did it my way
No sense in looking in the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live, fissures and fires
**** with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say
To dodge Satan, say to kill him this time, oy vey
Well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you shook a bit
Sookie, sookie **** wasn't shit
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar chip
I piss problems out, the bottle empty
Mama said she used to see my father in me
Said I was not offended
Press, King, Navy, Med, MIKE on the bench
Living life like a **** put a price on my head
Bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it, better come prepared
Going through it like prayers in the night sky
You look like a chair when you folding up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was
Written by: Albert Vance, Donald Davis, Harvey Scales, Julian Elsesser, Sage Elsesser, Thebe Kgositsile