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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leon Thomas
Songwriter
Simon Gebrelul
Songwriter
Anthoine Walters
Songwriter
Robert E. Fairfax III
Songwriter
D. Kastal
Songwriter
Abdelhady Moamer Hafez
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Lazaro Andres Camejo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Thomas
Producer
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Producer
Jean Bleu
Producer
Simon Gebrelul
Producer
Anthoine Walters
Additional Producer
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I'm working on dying
Said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me
It's like home to me (she belongs to the streets)
It's like home to me
I tatted your passport up now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve
Just know that was all me
And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me
That shit you tell Chanel, I wish that's how you called me
That raw shit, that honesty, yeah
You know I love you more than all them niggas put together
And it's a lot of niggas trust, I put the list together
And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together
You gotta live that shit for real, you can't just say whatever
You can never tell nobody that you held me down
If it was ride or die then you should've been there right now
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
How much I pay in for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
Tried to run it back a hundred times
The world is yours, but the city's mine
I can't believe you put it on your mother's life
I can't believe you told me it was ride or die
'Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive
True enough, I know you from the other side
I set my expectations way too high
Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night
Angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night
I know the book that you would write is a tell some, not a tell all
Just to make sure that you well off, you a sell all rights
Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright?
That nigga can't even look at me, he fell off twice
And I'm back poppin, I still remember the day I saw you
I was on your ass like back pockets
Niggas love to hate, but what is that stopping?
So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face
'Cause you're so two-faced, that I don't know which face
You're the reason we'll be going separate ways
You're the reason we cannot communicate
It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say
I'm not in your way, you're in your own way
So I don't get how you're yelling at me
How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
All the things I've done up until right now (right now)
I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down)
Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue)
Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you
How much I pay in for you to pipe down? (Pipe down)
How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down?
Baby pipe down
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Leon G. Thomas Iii, Robert Elijah Iii Fairfax, Anthoine Walters, Simon Gebrelul, Derek Kastal, Abdelhady Moamer Hafez, Lazaro Andres Camejo
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