Upcoming Concerts for PARTYNEXTDOOR
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Vocals
Noah "40" Shebib
All Instruments
Chantel Inniss
Choir
Jermaine Shakespeare
Choir
Poo Bear
Additional Vocals
Lee-Quinn Heller
Choir
Andrew Cedar
Programming
Patricia Shirley
Choir
Rochelle Harrison
Choir
Simone Bailey
Choir
Camille Harrison
Choir
Rae-Ann Whyte
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah "40" Shebib
Songwriter
Andrew Cedar
Songwriter
Jahron Anthony Brathwaite
Songwriter
Jason Boyd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Noah "40" Shebib
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Cedar
Producer
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Christal Jerez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Moffett
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Assistant Recording Engineer
David "Prep" Hughes
Recording Engineer
Angie Randisi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Don't hold your breath
Don't wait on my love
Don't hold your breath
Don't wait on my love
Don't wait on my reply to your text
Don't wait on my n- from your sex
Don't trust me to capture the moment
Forgive me, it just was a moment
Don't lay up, I'd rather a stand out
I heard number two is your man now
Don't mind me bein' number two now
I'ma man up, ain't no man down
You see I don't give no fucks now
Is it somethin' we discussed now?
That shit got you in disgust now
'Cause I'd rather we just fuck now
Don't hold your breath (Don't hold it, oh)
Don't wait on my love (Don't wait on my love, oh, no)
Don't hold your breath (Don't hold it, no)
Don't wait on my love (Oh, don't wait on my love, love)
I put the dirt into dirt bag
Still got your jacket in my bag
I stood you up, that was my bad
Gave me your heart, watch me break that
Many different bitches in the coupe
This is how low that a mack stoop
Me bein' faithful's the issue
Tryna clean up 'cause you comin' soon
I broke her off in the livin' room
There is a smell in the livin' room
Know that's fucked up, that's what pimpin' do
Ooh, know that's fucked up, that's what pimpin' do, woah
Don't hold your breath (Don't hold your breath, no, no)
Don't wait on my love (Don't wait on it, don't wait on it, woah)
Don't hold your breath (You must suffocate, yeah)
Don't wait on my love (Don't wait on my love)
(Don't wait on my love, oh)
Wash my dick off before I get home
Maison Margiela on me, though
I'm the opposite of hero
The opposite of your hero
The make up, the breakup was see-through
The way I did you was illegal
Your girl was right, yeah, she called it
You should believe in your people
Talked to you then went to the strip club
VIP, I got my dick sucked
Came back to you and I kissed ya
That led to fucking on the tour bus
Packed up and went back to Oakland
Finally, it's out in the open
I gave you the hope, you did the hopin'
Don't hold your breath (Don't hold your breath, ooh)
Don't wait on my love (Don't wait on it, let you down, let you down)
Don't hold your breath (Ooh)
Don't wait on my love (I ain't shit, you gotta know now)
(I ain't shit you gotta know now)
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Writer(s): Andrew Cedar, Jason Boyd, Noah James Shebib, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite
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