Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Romil Hemnani
Programming
Ryan Beatty
Background Vocals
Dominic Fike
Background Vocals
Jack Antonoff
Background Vocals
Russell Boring
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Romil Hemnani
Songwriter
Ryan Beatty
Songwriter
Dominic Fike
Songwriter
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Abstract
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You got room in your phone for one more distraction
Wonderful times
Time is movin' too slow for me to distract you
I need to get back to you
[Verse 2]
All my friends, all my dawgs that I got back home
We would look up at the sky, we was ten years old
I'm my brother's keeper, let these demons show
Southern blood run deep, so that genius grow
From the trees I hang, so low way go
Bands awake us from a slumber, yeah, dawg, I know
These petty muhfuckers don't know 'bout Big Moe
Rest in peace, ma ****, Luke, this a test of shit for sure
My brother Chris put me on and I will never take that from him
No matter how many times he called me "Faggot" in the morning
Best thing 'bout bein' Mormon was seein' the white boy storm
And it's not my fault I like y'all, can't really explain it
Became the hood's favorite, I'm not ever a main bitch
My ****, I'm just like SZA, they listen so I deliver
They found out my name was Clifford, I hide it, sometimes I'm lyin'
I'm tired of fuckin' cryin' and hidin' behind a dummy, can I?
[Verse 3]
I feel like crumblin'
And I feel like crumblin'
And I feel like crumblin' outside of your window
[Verse 4]
I feel better with you
Tellin' you now, don't tell on the crew
Bet your loot hot, they tell you the move
Hollywood, I wish my brother would shoo
Take me back to my other issue
Was plastered with truth, feet on the roof
Drug in my veins, they shot up the place
My bro was an answer, then I was the glue
I don't think that they will ever get through
You see me standin' there, heavyweight shoe
Me and my bro ain't never gon' choose
We on the loose, hands out the roof
Hand me my dro, I hand you your bag
All of my siblings end up like they dad
I remember what them charges was like
I don't want to be their burden tonight
[Verse 5]
The weight on my shoulders, I just can't get over
He won't take me back and they don't know how hard
They don't know how hard (They don't know how hard)
They don't know how hard (They don't know how hard)
They don't know how hard it is
[Verse 6]
I feel like crumblin'
And I feel like crumblin'
And I feel like crumblin' outside of your window
I feel like crumblin'
And I feel like crumblin'
And I feel like crumblin' outside of your window
Written by: Dominic Fike, Ian Simpson, Jack Antonoff, Romil Hemnani, Russell Boring, Ryan Beatty