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Dinner Party - "Breathe" (feat. Arin Ray) (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Keyboards
Kenneth Crouch
Kenneth Crouch
Rhodes Piano
Arin Ray
Arin Ray
Vocals
Kiefer Shackelford
Kiefer Shackelford
Keyboards
Salaam Remi
Salaam Remi
Beatbox
Marlon M. Williams
Marlon M. Williams
Guitar
Rose Gold
Rose Gold
Background Vocals
Smino
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Composer
Kenneth Crouch
Kenneth Crouch
Composer
Arin Ray
Arin Ray
Composer
Kiefer Shackelford
Kiefer Shackelford
Composer
Marlon M. Williams
Marlon M. Williams
Composer
Christopher Smith Jr.
Christopher Smith Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrace Martin
Terrace Martin
Producer
Kenneth Crouch
Kenneth Crouch
Producer
Bryan Dimaio
Bryan Dimaio
Recording Engineer
Rick Carson
Rick Carson
Recording Engineer
Arin Ray
Arin Ray
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning
Found my peace of mind
And finally, I can say to you, that I
Feel good this morning
No, I can't deny
[Verse 2]
So finally, I can lay with you and feel
Feel the pleasure
Finally do what lover's do with you, babe
Ride for two, don't you know
So we can roll how we want to, yeah
[Verse 3]
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
[Verse 4]
Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin playin, ay
Ain't need no problems from her man, no, no
She ain't worried (She ain't worried)
[Verse 5]
Why you never ready?
When I called you, told you I'd be on my way
Two hours, you still dancing
In the mirror, come outside
[Verse 6]
I got a minimalist shawty
She don't want me smoking my Grabba Leaf
But her Banana Leaf's sorry
[Verse 7]
I was rollin up on her vanity
She got to telling these stories
How she finally found some sanity
And these hatin' hoes must be
Off that good Cane, that Danity
[Verse 8]
And it dawned on me
Like 6 AM, over dewy grass
And my doobie rolled
That she might be
[Verse 9]
Addicted to the lights (She might be)
A victim of the likes (She might be)
A rid of my vibe
[Verse 10]
But she colder than shoulders of gold digging hoes
When a broke **** approaching, but she cold
She colder when **** like me ain't around
To come light up and
[Verse 11]
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
[Verse 12]
Tellin y'all, she ain't fuckin playin, ay
Ain't need no problems from her man, no, no
She ain't worried (She ain't worried)
[Verse 13]
Set fire to the fucking pavement
They bound to drown so they can't relate
And just do what I say, do what I say, no
My baby got her own fuckin' ways now
[Verse 14]
Tellin y'all, she ain't fuckin playin, ay
Ain't need no problems from her man, no, no
She ain't worried (She ain't worried)
Mornin'
Written by: Arin Ray, Christopher Smith Jr., Kenneth Crouch, Kiefer Shackelford, Marlon M. Williams, Terrace Martin
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