Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
Jairus Mozee
Guitar
Norelle
Background Vocals
BJ the Chicago Kid
Background Vocals
Vicky Farewell Nguyen
Piano
SiR
Background Vocals
The Regiment
Horn Section
Kadhja Bonet
String Instrument
André 3000
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jairus Mozee
Songwriter
Anderson .Paak
Songwriter
Kadhja Bonet
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anderson .Paak
Producer
Jairus Mozee
Producer
Eric Gonzalez
Assistant Engineer
Lola A. Romero
Mixing Engineer
Jhair Lazo
Engineer
Ken Oriole
Engineer
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Focus...
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Darlin', I have to be moved from afar
The truth is the only thing worth holding onto anymore
(Anymore)
Untie me, let me loose from the cord
I'm so gone, so far, I deserve more
(More, I deserve more)
Yeah
I'm begging you (I beg)
I'm begging you, please, come home (Please)
No one even begs anymore (Come home)
I'm begging you (I beg)
I'm begging you, please, come home (Please)
No one even begs anymore (Come home)
Who should I rest blame upon
When all of the signs are brightly drawn
And point back to your open arms?
(Point back to your open arms)
Back too soon, but I'm here for the last of support
No longer bound by a broken heart
(Bound by a broken heart)
I'm begging you (I beg)
I'm begging you, please, come home (Please)
No one even begs anymore (Come home)
I'm begging you (I beg)
I'm begging you, please, come home (Please)
No one even begs anymore
Somewhere in a plane over water
My love, my love
Home base, wifey turn it off before I touch down
You're all I need, all of me on my knees
Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird
I'm a nerd, study you
What are you, WWF?
We fighting, we might need counseling
Possibly more so me
Sounds to me frowns'll be grounds to leave
Hounds'll be looking for you before you drop a tear, apres diem
Stop pretending that I ain't him
I ain't them, dim sum dumpling
I remember when you start dyeing them silver hairs
And start hiding from your age
I ask. why? How come?
Amazing how time can run away from us
I'm no nun, you're no priest
But I promise, hun, you gon' see
A phenomenon, come with me
Like it's Ramadan, I don't eat
Like it's Comic Con, I'm a freak for you (Yeah!)
I'm begging now, pretty please with cherries on top
Hairy wet twat
Harriet Tub-man, I don't give up
And if your gut tells you to strut, then strut
Then I'll hail you a car, but what man won't beg?
You know I'm nutmeg
I will show up on a lil' moped
With a lil' puppy, it'll be fluffy
You will un-toughen
We can discuss it
You know I'm suffering
I do miss my friend
I don't like my fin bent up, Tilikum, well, that's ill-informed
Sweet stuff, Willa Wonk', we stuck, Billabong
'Least at minumum we gon' get along
Peace and inner calm, geez, it's been a long
T-I-M-E, um, please, I'm feeling dumb
Please, I'm feeling dumb
Please, I'm feeling dumb
Writer(s): Jairus Lemuel-jada Mozee, Brandon Paak Anderson, Andre Benjamin
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