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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
Benji.
Benji.
Vocals
Sheed
Sheed
Vocals
Jean
Jean
Vocals
Justine Skye
Justine Skye
Vocals
Fousheé
Fousheé
Vocals
Christo
Christo
Programming
Hollywood Cole
Hollywood Cole
Programming
Yuli
Yuli
Programming
James Blake
James Blake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Kameron Cole
Kameron Cole
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
James Blake Litherland
James Blake Litherland
Songwriter
Taalib Johnson
Taalib Johnson
Songwriter
Osunlade
Osunlade
Songwriter
Eric Roberson
Eric Roberson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollywood Cole
Hollywood Cole
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
Yuli
Yuli
Producer
John Kadadu
John Kadadu
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Cole, you stupid
[Verse 1]
Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me
You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me
Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please
Don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea
God knowin' what I'm doin', he gon' deal with me
**** ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me
And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks
You right there when I need you, but I know these ain't your kind of people
I finally bought a home to raise my family
I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomies
I tried to call your phone again, you said, "It wasn't on"
And by the time you got my letter, I was long gone
[PreChorus]
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos, platinum and gold
You know how this shit go when family's gone
You don't know what you here for, uh
[Chorus]
Just remember, remember when, mmm
Mommies, daughters, models, callers
Ballers, fathers, all have fallen
Mommies, daughters, models, callers
Ballers, fathers, all have fallen
[Verse 2]
Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame
You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game
'Cause soon as **** get a little change, **** change
And playin' with the Lord's name, sayin' it in vain
You heard a song and said I did the same thing
You seein' somethin' different in my eyes, and she emphasized
And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen
Had to call her back, line packed, sold-out tickets
I'm on the wrong track, road back, fuck it, I'm hittin' it
On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough
She know she happy that we doin' better than before
As long as I'm sellin' shows, you ain't sellin' for your soul
I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in that megaphone
Said, "I'ma hit you in the mornin', keep your message on"
I did my set, then sat alone for a second by myself
Asked questions, choices, destination, courses
Highways, routes, Royces rollin' voices
Goin' on and on and on, it's noisy
I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind
And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds
That combine with misogynistic mindsets
Dialect from slave, die tribe, they tryna dissect to re-digest
I tossed that mindset overboard like an object
I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects
'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor
And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore
And show my **** somethin' we ain't never seen before
Open doors, so you know I'm goin'
[PreChorus]
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and nymphos, platinum and gold
You know how this shit go when family's gone
You don't know what you here for, uh
[Chorus]
Just remember, remember when, mmm
Mommies, daughters, models, callers
Ballers, fathers, all have fallen
Mommies, daughters, models, callers
Ballers, fathers, all have fallen
[PostChorus]
Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?
Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way
Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?
Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way
[Verse 3]
Look, I never gave that much a fuck about this shit
To let it challenge my integrity
But you questionin' me, got me thinkin' you thinkin' less of me
The lesson in this shit is we should talk face to face, fuck the messagin'
Meet me in the flesh, and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin
Lil' brubbie, lil' BB, bald head as a baby in the Huggies
Stunt like my dad, I'm a druggie
Money in my hands, but it's bloody
Try to understand if you love me, aye
Make plans, we can roll like the old days
FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face
We don't talk often, when we do, it's an, "Are you okay?"
Somebody fuckin' with you? I'm on the way
It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look, that ain't the case
Figured you was mad at me when you said you need a break from the family
And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings
And ever since I start rappin', I ain't never in Atlanta too long
And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen
Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone
Writin' in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong
Last time I seen you, we was sendin' her home
October, November, December was gone
But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom
I'm talking to you now, but can I see you tomorrow?
I could be on the way soon as I finish this song
So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'
And I don't fuck with the Devil, but I know he pursuin'
And I know that Jesus died, thirty-three, like Ewing
And he probably did the same shit that we like doin'
I know you got to feel the animosity brewin'
It's gettin' bad, and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash, but it's past that
Send me all the money that I gave you over Cash App back, since you actin' as if you—
[Outro]
We're sorry, you have reached a number that is— (Aw)
That's fucked up (That's fucked, that's fucked, man, that's right)
Written by: Destin Route, Eric Roberson, James Blake Litherland, John Welch, Kameron Cole, Osunlade, Taalib Johnson
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