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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow
Songwriter
Alice Sanderson
Alice Sanderson
Songwriter
Nima Jahanbin
Nima Jahanbin
Songwriter
Paimon Jahanbin
Paimon Jahanbin
Songwriter
Tony Miller
Tony Miller
Songwriter
Aaron Goldstein
Aaron Goldstein
Songwriter
Joel Keith Echols
Joel Keith Echols
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Goldy
Goldy
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Nickie Jon Pabón
Nickie Jon Pabón
Mixing Engineer
Wallislane
Wallislane
Producer
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ambitious fourteen-year-old
Grades goin' down as I'm stackin' up zeros
But not the dinero
Peach fuzz comin' in, cool kid, but my hair cut like I'm a weirdo
Peyton Siva, Montrezl Harrell
Scuffed-up kicks, Old Navy my apparel, and I'm cummin' in my girl like I'm sterile
[Verse 2]
Totaled my whip, I thought I had the green arrow
I was never meant to be a college applicant
Fuck I look like goin' to college after this
[Verse 3]
Class clown type that like to holla at the chicks
Friend group solid as it gets
Recordin' in my room with the air conditioner all up in the mix, did a couple local shows, okay, my following exists
Even if it's fifteen high school chicks
Better than a front row of dicks
One day I'm gon' be, uh, front row at the Knicks
Wait until the world gets a load of this (Ooh)
[Verse 4]
Ambitious nineteen-year-old
I just signed a deal, now my neck sub-zero
Mustache coming in, I really want a beard though
And I really think this might be my year though
Suddenly, I've made some Moncler, my apparel
Playin' dive bars and stoppin' at Cracker Barrel
No security, my brothers gon' step, Will Ferrell
[Verse 5]
Gettin' high, gettin' drunk, no more straight and narrow for me
Street raps make me ask if this the era for me
Is the playing field fair or is it fairer for me? Whew
A couple karats in my ears enough karats for me
I'm feelin' like the local scene finally cherishing me
Selling out my hometown so my parents can see
Charismatic, naive, young, arrogant teen
Givin' everything I got to the American dream
[Verse 6]
But I'm still playing 1 PM sets at the festivals
Looking at the crowd, they embarrassed for me, jeez
[Verse 7]
Ambitious twenty-four-year-old
Used to have dreams of being friends with my heroes
Now I'm Andrea Pirlo out in Europe spending euros
French girl chewin' on my earlobe
[Verse 8]
Here goes nothing, coasting through customs
Take away the phones at afterparties, we don't trust 'em
Heartthrob status, I've adjusting to the lustin'
FaceTime calls about God from Justin, I can't stop hustlin', I can't stop hustlin'
I'm tryna be inspired, but y'all ain't got nothin'
They tryna downplay me now, ain't that somethin'?
I saw that comin'
Readin' way too many articles about myself, I gotta fall back from it
[Verse 9]
Auditioned for a lead and got the call back from it
I'm festival headlinin', keepin' them heads noddin'
I tell her I'll be back, but I don't know when the next time is
Folks think it's 'bout to be more actin' and less rhymin'
But hell nah, I gotta show these boys who the best out is
Written by: Aaron Goldstein, Alice Sanderson, Anthony Wayne Miller, Goldy, Jack Harlow, Keith Echols, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Tony Miller
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