Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jean Dawson
Vocals
Earl Sweatshirt
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thebe Neruda Kgositile
Songwriter
Austin Corona
Songwriter
David Sanders
Songwriter
Ray Brady
Songwriter
Rob McCurdy
Songwriter
Wyatt Bernard
Songwriter
Zach Fogarty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jean Dawson
Producer
Austin Corona
Producer
Wyatt Bernard
Producer
Ray Brady
Producer
Zach Fogarty
Producer
Jonah Lenox
Producer
Rob McCurdy
Producer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Nathan Phillips
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I'm just a little volcano in the nighttime
I can see the world burn under my fingertips
I'm just an apple, I'll fall when I turn ripe
Hit the floor hard, I was never picked
I'm just a little tornado in the sunshine
Click your heels, run on golden bricks
I'm just a little moon running from the sunrise
Make the waves crash, hide behind my only friend
I read every sign on some real shit, but I still trip over every line
On some real shit, it took a long time for me just to feel this
Working overtime, faking like we're fine, showing diligence
Acting like you're hard, but you're still a bitch (still a bitch)
Messing with my mind, what the pills did (fire)
Niggas press my line, hit the kill-switch
Niggas dying in the summertime, but I never trip
It wasn't one of mine, I'm heaven-sent
In my mother's eyes, everything I did
Kinda undefined, real deal, real spill
Fallin' off the vine when I was a little kid
Livin' on rewind, sunset
Some said it was my time, I ain't done yet
I'm a lil' volcano (volcano...), give me space (space...)
With my hand out the window (window...), bite the wave
Writer(s): Robert Andrew Mccurdy, Stephen Michael Feigenbaum, Thebe Kgositsile, Raymond Brady, Wyatt Bernard, Zach Fogarty, David Sanders, Austin Corona
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