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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Antonoff
Programming
Romil Hemnani
Programming
Cole Kamen-Green
Trumpet
Evan Smith
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Evan Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
John Rooney
Assistant Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Bost
Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Abstract
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Used to wait to get callbacks
Now I know how the fuck to act
Los Angeles done fucked me up
I've seen sunshine, I've seen money cups
Gotta be a way to get the money up
Gotta find a new chain, get it frozen up
They go hun' on you, hun' on you, hun' on you
They go hun' on you, hun' on you with a hundred bucks
[Verse 2]
Back in '09, was a mall rat
Glock to my head, baby, holler back
Is there any way I can get college back?
'Cause I know I missed out on what I lack
What you adamant for some peace for?
Move away from my people
My good friends, oh, evil
Breakups and then feel equal
[Verse 3]
I don't think I would ever wanna fuck in the sun
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to the sun
(Look at me and see)
I don't think I would ever wanna fuck in the sun
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to the sun
[Verse 4]
How do you cope without a rope?
Me and my boyfriend, we lookin' for hope
See me, I'm cussin', I'm bustin' the soles
Actin' like **** don't know who I was
This for my boys, this for my folk
I told my mama I'm good on my own
She told me get the cash, kick it and go
[Verse 5]
And then we got dope, then we gon' smoke
In this trip till I choke
He need a **** that he can just hold
All of these demons that lent me the dough
I seen the Lord, I seen you grow
I seen before you seen the glow
What do you want me the fuck to get?
I don't need blow, I don't need stove
[Verse 6]
Find your way though the garden, then
Let the old guard down with an argument
Hands on the roof, they arrested him
No sleep till Brooklyn, deportin' men
Find your way though the garden, then
Let the old guard down with an argument
Hands on the roof, they arrested him
No sleep till Brooklyn, deportin' men (Take me back, back)
[Verse 7]
I don't think I would ever wanna fuck in the sun
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to the sun
(Look at me and see)
I don't think I would ever wanna fuck in the sun
(How much lower is you tryna make my ego go?)
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to the sun
(Without your daddy standin' there, you just your brother's son)
[Verse 8]
Why won't you? Why won't you?
Why won't you? Why, why won't you?
Why won't you? Why won't you?
Why won't you let me run away?
Why won't you? Why won't you?
Why won't you? Why, why won't you?
Why won't you? Why won't you?
Why won't you let me run a–?
[Verse 9]
Maybe I'm too patient, you're so crazy, boy (Crazy anyway)
Spent the weekends on a island 'cause they made us, boy (I'll spend it all with you though)
If I try to tell you why you're so special to me, boy (I've been thinkin' that I've been way too patient)
I'll be here till the sun comes up, that's why I'm hangin', boy
[Verse 10]
I don't think I would ever wanna fuck in the sun
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to the sun
(Look at me and see)
I don't think I would ever wanna fuck in the sun
(How much lower is you tryna make my ego go?)
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to the sun
(Without your daddy standin' there, you just your brother's son)
Written by: Evan Smith, Ian Simpson, Jack Antonoff, Romil Hemnani