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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miguel
Miguel
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Brook D'Leau
Brook D'Leau
Songwriter
Miguel Jontel Pimentel
Miguel Jontel Pimentel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miguel
Miguel
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Mastering Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Engineer
Brook D'Leau
Brook D'Leau
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Wide awake, keep up
Falling shapes, don't die
On my tongue, a lap
On my lap, a gun
In the gun, a kiss
Let it blow your mind
Till the dust returns
To the number 9
[Verse 1]
Brake lights off in the distance
Don't follow me
And the sky came crawling out beneath the waves
Crashing into the sun
Ain't no stopping me
And when the checkered flags are waved
There'll be no one else and nothing left of me
[Chorus]
Wide awake, keep up
Falling shapes, don't die
On my tongue, a lap
On my lap, a gun
In the gun, a kiss
Let it blow your mind
Till the dust returns
To the number 9
[Verse 2]
Brake lights off in the distance
Don't follow me
And the sky came crawling out beneath the waves
Crashing into the sun
Ain't no stopping me
And when the checkered flags are waved
There'll be no one else and nothing left of me
[Chorus]
Wide awake, keep up
Falling shapes, don't die
On my tongue, a lap
On my lap, a gun
In the gun, a kiss
Let it blow your mind
Till the dust returns
To the number 9
[Verse 3]
I am the grim reaper
I'm the street sweeper
I am the nightmare dream-stalker
There's not too much that gets past my two eyes
Even at night
Better think twice
Feel your deep-rooted emotions
Fulfill the devotions
Don't you get away, I'll be on your skin like lotion
Living inside your brain
There'll be no one else and nothing left of me
I'm the rizz and your mind's open
[Chorus]
Wide awake, keep up
Falling shapes, don't die
On my tongue, a lap
On my lap, a gun
In the gun, a kiss
Let it blow your mind
Till the dust returns
To the number 9
[Outro]
With my eyes shut wide
Wide awake, keep up
Falling shapes, don't die
And my mind goes blank
On my tongue, a lap
On my lap, a gun
When I don't know time
In the gun, a kiss
Let it blow your mind
And I need some space
Till the dust returns
To the number 9
Written by: Brook D'Leau, Miguel, Miles Parks McCollum, Nick Pimentel
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