Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Yachty
Vocals
Diana Gordon
Vocals
Ben Goldwasser
Keyboards
Gillian Rivers
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Goldwasser
Composer
Jeremiah Raisen
Composer
Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Composer
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Teo Halm
Songwriter
Diana Gordon
Songwriter
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Composer
Giorgia Romano
Composer
Gillian Rivers
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Yachty
Producer
Patrick Wimberly
Producer
SADPONY
Producer
Adam Hong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Brian Stanley
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Recording Engineer
Teo Halm
Producer
Lyrics
Imagine life
Imagine life without me, it's a waste of time
You want the kind of love that can make a child
Don't want just anybody
(Not just anybody, not just anybody)
Good love fill my body up like a glass when you pour it all out
If you know me, you know I mind
Someone like me is hard to find
No mistaking, if I am there
Well aware you are always mine
And still you seem so surprised
Always gon' be mine
I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it
And I wanna be where you are
I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah
I lose it, lose it
Imagine me
Circling through life without a piece of you
Seven out of seven days I'm needin' you
You bring life to the party
(Ooh, ah-ha, ooh, ah-ha-ha)
Good love feels like butterflies suffocating your insides, oh
It's a late night, you know I try
I cannot picture when you lie
I'm mistaken thinkin' you were taken
Knowin' now, you were always mine
And still I feel so surprised
You're always gon' be mine
Rarely ever missing, talk is cheap and time is tickin'
Really ever trickin', catch me slippin', that pussy was leakin'
I'm on mission, payin' millions, I'm Ted DiBiase, uh, God
Out late night, I'm sinnin', still a Christian, don't tell my deacon
I mean pastor, or I'll go down there, talkin' faster
Ride with six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin'
Big four-five on my hip, like I'm limpin', never simpin'
One my cousins crippin', always grippin', shit get dangerous
Always keep it player, we can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin'
I love my mother, my sister, my daughter
All these hoes get slaughtered, can't deny, pray to the holy father
Writer(s): Benjamin Nicholas Huner Goldwasser, Diana Gordon, Jeremiah James Raisen, Miles Parks Mccollum, Mcbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco, Patrick Wimberly, Teo Halm, Dylan Ismael Teixeira
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