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RYAN OAKES & HOODIE ALLEN - TEA TIME (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Oakes
Ryan Oakes
Vocals
Hoodie Allen
Hoodie Allen
Vocals
Jayden Seeley
Jayden Seeley
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Oakes
Ryan Oakes
Songwriter
Jayden Seeley
Jayden Seeley
Songwriter
Patrick James McCloskey Jr.
Patrick James McCloskey Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jayden Seeley
Jayden Seeley
Producer
Zach Jones
Zach Jones
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Wait, wait, wait, wait
Bro, what is this?
I think I need a tea time
Actually, hold on, let me-, let me go
If I hit another wine and dine, you better make mine cyanide
Show up, be fake, shoot shit, look, I'm one of the guys
Please put me on tour with who I idolize and then
Talk about me like the next big thing
And I'll bow down, while you'll pull them strings
Dress so fresh, but your breath still stinks
From the shit you talk when the shots don't sink
Yo, let me make things perfectly clear
If the industry burned, I would still be here
Y'all ain't ever make me, you just making it weird
'Cause I'm tryna play ball, but I don't get cheers
Just cheers, when you're making a toast
Y'all are all ears when you hear what I gross
But I'm passing my peers that you doing the most
For, and you wondering why now you starting to choke
I think I need a tea time (oh!)
Too shallow, need a deep dive (hey!)
Comin' for the whole damn beehive
I don't need no help (hey!)
You hate me, I'ma sleep tight (oh!)
Can't slow down, on a B-line (hey!)
Y'all's songs hit like a B-side
I don't need no help
Yo, top of the game like it's the first inning
Ego bigger than my head is money tall like Andy Pettitte
Never had a label, you could label me as independent
If I want it, I'ma get it, Jewish boy got challah bread
It's as-salamu alaykum, I don't beef no more, that shit is deaded (woo!)
But don't get it twisted, it if you mess with me, you gon' regret it
I ain't superstitious, I just leave you stitches where your head is (where at?)
And I'm still getting mad love like you playing tennis (okay)
Heard you wanted some tea, well, I ain't spilling it (woo!)
Paul Giamatti went blue faces to billions
Rap game chameleons (uh-huh)
We your favorite pop punk band's favorite drunk jam, oh, we killing 'em
It's a fact, we go all out, boy
These other rappers irrelevant, they should fall out, boy
Y'all stumped like Patrick, I hit the gas quick
'Til I'm the only one in this bitch like Panic!
I think I need a tea time (oh!)
Too shallow, need a deep dive (hey!)
Comin' for the whole damn beehive
I don't need no help (hey!)
You hate me, I'ma sleep tight (oh!)
Can't slow down, on a B-line (hey!)
Y'all's songs hit like a B-side
I don't need no help
I think I need a tea time (oh!)
Too shallow, need a deep dive (hey!)
Comin' for the whole damn beehive
I don't need no help (hey!)
You hate me, I'ma sleep tight (oh!)
Can't slow down, on a b-line (hey!)
Y'all's songs hit like a B-side
I don't need no help
I think I need a tea time
Your song's done, need a peace sign (it's all I really got, to be honest)
Deuces
That's fire
Written by: Jayden Seeley, Patrick James McCloskey Jr., Patrick McCloskey, Ryan Oakes
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