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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Bennie Briggman
Bennie Briggman
Songwriter
Michael Briggman
Michael Briggman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Mixing Engineer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
Project Kids
Project Kids
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, gang, gang, gang
Look, uh, hold up, look
[Chorus]
I'm tryna slide with a vibe
Like, girl, put that pain to the side
Like, open up, I put my finger inside
From the trenches, I gotta survive
Like, how would you feel if they told you I died?
Told bro, "You slide, I slide"
Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God
Really with it, this not a façade
Like, uh, I'm tryna slide whenever
Uh, that **** died? Whatever
Big bro told me to keep it together
No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater
You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better
But I'm still tryna stay with Beretta
When I was in jail, they ain't send me no letters
I'm like, "Fuck it," I'lll see 'em whenever
[Verse 1]
I got back, I was sturdy as ever
Make it rain, better grab your umbrella
We so deep, this shit look like Coachella
I gotta T up, I ain't livin' forever
For my money, I'm slappin' the teller
'Member back, I was clappin' a sweater
She like, "Sleepy, you gettin' me wetter"
I told her, "I got it," so I had to get her
Hold it down, why the fuck would you get up?
Can't be trustin' that shit, it's a setup
Type of shit that could get **** wet up
And I'ma start glitchin' if you get me fed up
Uh, yeah, uh, wait, how the fuck you gon' step on a stepper?
I be doin' this shit with no effort
Don't wanna know you, I ain't tryna network
[Chorus]
I'm tryna slide with a vibe
Like, girl, put that pain to the side
Like, open up, I put my finger inside
From the trenches, I gotta survive
Like, how would you feel if they told you I died?
Told bro, "You slide, I slide"
Like, leave me alone, you ain't tryna see God
Really with it, this not a façade
Like, uh, I'm tryna slide whenever
Uh, that **** died? Whatever
Big bro told me to keep it together
No more clutchin' the stick in the sweater
You gotta move smarter, you gotta do better
But I'm still tryna stay with Beretta
When I was in jail, they ain't send me no letters
I'm like, "Fuck it," I'lll see 'em whenever
Written by: Bennie Briggman, Jeremy Soto, Karel Jorge, Michael Briggman, Tegan Chambers
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