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How Far? (feat. Tony Allen and Skepta)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Vocals
Tony Allen
Tony Allen
Drums
Gorillaz
Gorillaz
Keyboards
Remi Kabaka Jr
Remi Kabaka Jr
Percussion
Ciara Ismail
Ciara Ismail
Violin
Izzi Dunn
Izzi Dunn
Cello
Kotono Sato
Kotono Sato
Violin
Stella Page
Stella Page
Viola
Remi Kabaka
Remi Kabaka
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Allen
Tony Allen
Songwriter
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Songwriter
Remi Kabaka Jr
Remi Kabaka Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gorillaz
Gorillaz
Producer
Stephen Sedgwick
Stephen Sedgwick
Mixing Engineer
Remi Kabaka Jr
Remi Kabaka Jr
Producer
John Davis
John Davis
Mastering Engineer
Remi Kabaka
Remi Kabaka
Producer
Samuel Egglenton
Samuel Egglenton
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, wah gwaan, brudda?
[Verse 2]
Time to hustle for the money, give the change to your mother
Change them sheets, you got stains undercover
Better look sharp, now your face on the cover
[Verse 3]
Like a chameleon, see a change in your color
Crabs in the barrel, wanna hate on each other
So my life gets better, whatever the weather
I dance in the rain and I bathe in summer
It's the black Corleone in the button-up shirt
Before we take off, you better buckle up first
Fresher than the president, psychedelics got me in my element
All negativity that's irrelevant
Amber Leaf of ganja leaf, I back strap when I wrap the sheets
Now I feel to go for a drive, so I grab my keys
Shades on, roof down, tryna catch a breeze
Ridin' 'round the hood, got the devil in my ear
Can you smell that? Smells like jealousy in the air
Don't know who they're tryna scare
Looked at the man in the mirror, that's the only enemy that I fear
A zombie knows who to frighten
Just know I love the action, but I move in silence
And right now I'm just takin' what's mine till Elizabeth returns to diamonds
[Verse 4]
Wah gwaan, brudda?
Time to hustle for the money, give the change to your mother
Change them sheets, you got stains undercover
Better look sharp, now your face on the cover
[Verse 5]
Tryna be the boss of life, gets tougher
I hope you're ready for the truth that you're gonna discover
Always gonna be a Judas at the Last Supper
Stay woke, it's a rocky road on the come-up
[Verse 6]
I take the shots like Scorsese
More money, more problems and more ladies
Everyday somebody dies, still, mothers give birth to more babies
The Earth spins, the world gets more crazy
You gotta have a suit for the christening
A suit for the wedding and a suit for the court case
Probably wear the same suit to the funeral
Tryna see the bigger picture, man, it's bigger than the portrait
Bigger than me, no, you can't fight off your demons with vitamin C
Have to open your mind, use your vision and see
Keep your eyes on the prize so vigilantly
Love how you live, remember the world, full of expensive shit
Can't forget the poor 'cause you're friends with the rich
Stay true to the mold, I ain't ever gonna switch
[Verse 7]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, wah gwaan, brudda?
Time to hustle for the money, give the change to your mother
Change them sheets, you got stains undercover
Better look sharp, now your face on the cover
[Verse 8]
Hm, who's that pressin' on the buzzer?
Better check the camera, you don't wanna get stuck up
You listen close, you can hear death around the corner
One wrong move and we're all gonna suffer
[Verse 9]
Ah, yes, oya
And take it, and lose it, oya
And take it, and lose it, oya
And take it, and lose it, oya
And take it, and lose it, and take it, ah
[Verse 10]
How far, brudda?
Time to hustle for the money, give the change to your mother
Change them sheets you got stains undercover
Better look sharp, now your face on the cover
Written by: Damon Albarn, Joseph Adenuga, R. Kabaka Jr., T. Allen
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