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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dominic Fike
Vocals
Jim-E Stack
Keyboards
Ariel Rechtshaid
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Fike
Songwriter
James Stack
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominic Fike
Producer
Jim-E Stack
Producer
Ariel Rechtshaid
Producer
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Matt Wolach
Assistant Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell ya how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
[Verse 1]
Friends and family took the alley to Miami
Got caught up and now my babies got no daddy
Can you send me something?
I can't do all of this shouting on an empty stomach
I can't find myself no balancing in this emptiness
By long way down, she meant the hole I dug myself
I can't keep control of myself
Sometimes I just don't know (Fuck that shit)
[Verse 2]
My bitch she bad, dawg
It's all in my head
Mama told me, "Don't be shy"
Seno said "Let's get this", watch how fast I switch this
[Verse 3]
What up to Gibs and Stunna Man
Watch my brother'nem while you can, aye
Shut up, them boys ain't coming out side
While I'm outside doing my dance
And I might juk, and juk, and juk, and juk and juk
And juk, and juk, and juk
Remember when I couldn't make ends
Then I made M's and the shit made sense
[Chorus]
I be looking through the
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell ya how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
[Verse 4]
Friends and family never cared about the Grammys
Till I grew up out the hand-me-downs and bought the family house
I been looking through the photo album, you remember all the good old days?
K Swiss and polo down and Mama had to put a down payment by herself
And ain't nobody even try to help, she went to jail and shit went left, and I was left
I did my best, I needed rest, I got arrested
Everybody looking at me like I'm not invested, bitch, you know how hard I was stressing?
[Verse 5]
Please, don't call me with weekend plans
I'm ripping out all my hair
And, bitch, I don't even dance
But sometimes I like to
Juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk
I like to juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk
I like to juk, juk-juk, juk, juk-juk
Juk, and juk, and juk, and juk and juk and
Juk, and juk, and juk, and juk
[Chorus]
I be looking through the
Photo album but the color faded from it
If I could go back and tell you how it ends, I woulda done it
Don't look down
Don't look down
Written by: Dominic Fike, James Stack