Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Remi Wolf
Remi Wolf
Vocals
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Vocals
John Carroll Kirby
John Carroll Kirby
Programming
Jared Solomon
Jared Solomon
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Remi Wolf
Remi Wolf
Songwriter
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Composer
John Carroll Kirby
John Carroll Kirby
Songwriter
Jared Solomon
Jared Solomon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Remi Wolf
Remi Wolf
Producer
Solomonophonic
Solomonophonic
Producer
John Carroll Kirby
John Carroll Kirby
Producer
Jared Solomon
Jared Solomon
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aha, ha
Oh shit, no, oh, fuck
Ah, man
Tell the label, tell the label
[Verse 2]
New week, no sleep, no key
I lost 'em in the street
And, no, I can't see without you
Billy and Badu, I'll follow you into any room
'Cause I can't hear without you
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
[Verse 3]
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
[Verse 4]
Bitch, you fell asleep too fast
I want my money back
But I can't be without you
Stuck behind your beat, I kick my feet up
You're so mean, but I can't dream without you
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
[Verse 5]
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Alright, pictures of my
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Yeah-yeah, okay, okay, okay
[Verse 6]
Alright pictures of my friends on my Instagram
And photos of my toes on my OnlyFans
And visuals in these frames look better than the ones that she posted on Facebook
I'm ready when you want to point that, shoot that, pop that, Polaroid that
Screw that, chop that, lean that, shit that only happen in my wildest dreams
The shit we talk about and listen to behind the screens
And I be tryin' to stream consciousness
Baby, you be tryin' to stream songs like this
I told you I just want to remember it
I told you I be tryin' to create memories
But everybody 'round me want a check
Only thing that keep me outta that bag full of that white
Or that bottle full of that red is photos on my desk
Only thing that keep me out of my head when I'm in my bed
Is the photos on the wall, back when we had it all
[Verse 7]
So I've been trying to keep track of it
Catch and it vanish like a magic trick
Especially when we was on xans and shit
Truthfully, I don't even understand that shit, another stanza
My bitch an actor, my homie managing
Making sure that they payin' us
I'm just a natural when it come to making the plans up
And I'm only twenty-five, G
Tell that bitch to take a picture for the photo ID
[Chorus]
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
[Bridge]
Ooh, baby, turn off the light
You're gonna make my body fry
Ooh, baby, don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
Ooh, baby, turn off the light
You're gonna make my body fry
Ooh, baby, don't you cry
Shit gets weird when you talk about it
[Chorus]
Lit in line, smile for the photo ID
Inside, that's where we can be free
Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean
Reminds me that's how it's supposed to be
Written by: Dominic Fike, Jared Solomon, John Carroll Kirby, Remi Wolf
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