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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Col3trane
Col3trane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Ash
Ben Ash
Songwriter
Alistair O'Donnel
Alistair O'Donnel
Songwriter
Mack Jamieson
Mack Jamieson
Songwriter
Cole Basta
Cole Basta
Songwriter
Jonathan Hoskins
Jonathan Hoskins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Two Inch Punch
Two Inch Punch
Producer
Mack
Mack
Producer
AOD
AOD
Producer
Alex Noorani
Alex Noorani
Producer
Jonathan Hoskins
Jonathan Hoskins
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Running through these rounds of applauses
I ain't trippin' baby, I'm just nauseous
I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me
And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh
Like leaves for the blossom
I'm popping out on everybody, flossing
And I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me
And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh
[PostChorus]
Hold this
I'll hold you if you hold this
I'll hold you if you—
[Verse 1]
Baby girl, come give me a kiss
Know I'm high as fuck, yeah, I'm really off the shits, and
Baby talk in tongues with her lips
You think it's confusing, but we both know what it is, and
She gon' shoot her shot, but she don't miss
Everybody in the city throwing bricks
But we home, so we do it our way
A little party with a little bit of risk (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Running through these rounds of applauses
I ain't trippin' baby, I'm just nauseous
I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me
And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh
Like leaves for the blossom (Like leaves)
I'm popping out on everybody, flossing (Woah)
And I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me
And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh
[PostChorus]
Hold this
I'll hold you if you hold this
I'll hold you if you— (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
She with me, so it can't be no problem
Found a bottle, but we hit the bottom
Drinking and forgetting what we said
Now we tripping out like Carrie off her meds
Goddamn, we can't leave 'cause it's always a reason
To show out and to party with our demons
But we're home, so we do it our way
A little party, going straight in off the deep end (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Running through these rounds of applauses
I ain't trippin' baby, I'm just nauseous
I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me
And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh
Like leaves for the blossom
I'm popping out on everybody, flossing
And I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me
And a pocket full of whatchumacallit
Written by: Alistair O'Donnel, Ben Ash, Cole Basta, Jonathan Joseph Hoskins, Mack Jamieson
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