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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yebba
Yebba
Background Vocals
Smino
Smino
Lead Vocals
James Francies
James Francies
Keyboards
Questlove
Questlove
Drums
Pino Palladino
Pino Palladino
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbey Smith
Abbey Smith
Songwriter
James Francies
James Francies
Songwriter
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smino
Smino
Recording Engineer
James Francies
James Francies
Additional Producer
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Producer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Additional Producer
Riccardo Damian
Riccardo Damian
Recording Engineer
Jens Jungkurth
Jens Jungkurth
Recording Engineer
Zach Brown
Zach Brown
Assistant Engineer
Carl Bespolka
Carl Bespolka
Assistant Engineer
John Rooney
John Rooney
Assistant Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Kurtis Mckenzie
Kurtis Mckenzie
Producer
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Assistant Engineer
Yebba
Yebba
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It was a stormy winter
I watched the city burn
And ever since I can remember
That's just the way it hurts
And it goes on and on and on
Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all
[Verse 2]
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
[Verse 3]
They cut my palms with paper
Made from her autumn leaves
I'm bleeding out disclaimers
Into my family tree
Fuck the interviews to enterprise
I'd rather look into my mother's eyes
And let it be
Let it be
[Verse 4]
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
[Verse 5]
With a sky like this, I drop my top
What about you, we light this up
Come around, we ain't even got to talk
[Verse 6]
Yeah, yeah, Yebba
Yeah, but I 'posed to made it by now
Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm
Yeah, we always got time to do better
Yeah, but I was tryna do it right now
And we was growin' up in the town
Where they never showed love to the brown
24 hours ain't enough time
I was fighting, throwing hands with the clock
Never been sweet, no honeycomb
Money gone, granny gone, run along
City burned, Pentagon, Pentagon
Can't make it up, no Revlon
Shit bubble up, Rev Run
Had a episode, just a re-run
And they tell me go pray to the reverend
Told God that I felt like a step-son
Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh?
Big thang on the way for the stress, huh?
Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs
[Verse 7]
Nowadays, the distance hit me hard
I admit I'm addicted to living large
1-3-5-7, break the law
[Verse 8]
Put it in my Louie bag, don't let it overflow
Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more
'Cause I got that fire, it's coming for them now
Friends are falling off, talking shit for no reason
Checking all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now
La-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
Written by: Abbey Smith, Christopher Smith Jr., James Francies, Kamaal Fareed, Unknown
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