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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jared Watson
Jared Watson
Vocals
Dustin Bushnell
Dustin Bushnell
Guitar
Matt Ochoa
Matt Ochoa
Drums
Dave Floral
Dave Floral
Bass Guitar
Jon Olazabal
Jon Olazabal
Percussion
David Foral
David Foral
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ROME
ROME
Songwriter
Jared Watson
Jared Watson
Songwriter
Dustin Bushnell
Dustin Bushnell
Songwriter
Jordan Miller
Jordan Miller
Composer
Jason Bell
Jason Bell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ROME
ROME
Producer
Heavy
Heavy
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Damn, this beat has got me talkin' with a Southern drawl
If you ain't happy, I don't really wanna fuck with y'all
Fanatics who finangle foreshadow the fable fortune
Get to fuck with fate, doesn't matter to flippin' tables
Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel, bruh
I put the pussy perpendicular to amateur
You can't contest the cash and grass in my curriculum
I'm down and dirty, man, you call my ass Caligula
Now, I ain't even mad at it
Keepin' up with all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking like it's so tragic
I ain't even mad at it
I ain't even mad at it
Coping all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking so tragic
I ain't fucking mad at it
Man, let me break it down now, God, this my hypothesis
This beat is just so heavy, maybe that's why I be droppin' it
My fanbase just keeps growin' at my shows like a metropolis
And girls get so horny, they chargin' me, rhinoceros
Gentlemen, gentlemen, come and take and buy your medicine
This sedative settin' in, feelin' better in your element
I'm about to lose it, Gary Busey on this rodeo
'Cause y'all just trying to poach up all these treasures out of my fishing hole
I ain't even mad at it
Keepin' up with all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking like it's so tragic
I ain't even mad at it
I ain't even mad at it
Coping all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking so tragic
I ain't fucking mad at it
Aye, Dr. Watson, Sherlock Holmes is on the phone
He said he needs some help, too much cocaine inside his dome
He said he needs it out, he said he needs some clout
He said he needs a better route, his bad habits are going south
School bus, I'm sleeping, passing out at the park
Fat pockets of bills, I call 'em Roseanne-y Barr
I like my drugs like my women, free, fancy, and large
Then I grab a guitar, panty discharge
I ain't even mad at it
Keepin' up with all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking like it's so tragic
I ain't even mad at it
I ain't even mad at it
Coping all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking so tragic
I ain't fucking mad at it
Written by: Dustin Bushnell, Jared Watson, ROME
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