Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Louis Esposito
Songwriter
Spencer Mott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Synthetic
Producer
Perdu
Producer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Mastering Engineer
Dreamr
Producer
Noah Smith
Mixing Engineer
Radiate
Producer
LRBG
Producer
fendii
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I had to let a little off
Yeah, I had to cut the pill off
Yeah, but if we being real though
Yeah, nah, I don't never feel nothin' (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I'm steady jumping the gun, yeah, like I do it for fun
You act like you do it for real, but, no, you is not one of us
You never could come inside of this building we run
Inside of this world we run, we do it for us
No, we don't fuck with one of them at all, at all
We don't fuck with you at all (No, no)
No, I won't pick up ya calls, uh
No, I'on like ya at all (Huh)
I kinda wanna see you fall
I keep on chasing the highs I know I could never get back, so I'm always on low
And I got eyes on the back of my head, I got eyes everywhere, so I know where you go, huh
I could drop ties in this bitch
Drop like flies in this bitch
I'll cut ties in this bitch
I'll cut ties in ya face
Yeah, cut you like a lace
Nothing I do can be replaced
That's why I'm livin' out in space
[Verse 3]
I take the money to another level
I take the plane to another level
I take the heights to a new level
I take getting high to a new level
Keep digging your grave, I'll pass you the shovel, yeah
I ain't mean to burst your bubble, but
I ain't into making change, I'ma stay the same, bring it to my level
[Verse 4]
If we being real
I don't know how to feel
I been overseas (I been overseas)
You been on ya knees
You been begging, "Please"
It's nothing left to see
Nothing left to feel
Why you in the field?
Why you so real?
Tell me how you feel, huh
Why you make me feel the way I feel? Will you make me feel better?
Always clashing heads, yeah, with somebody who think they know better
[Verse 5]
Who the fuck is you?
Got better things to do
I'on got time to waste
I just need my space
It's a couple things that I can feel, but I can't feel my face
It's a couple things that I wish I could but I can't replace
I think it's a sickness
Being so selfish, yeah
I'm in need of a witness
They always tell me, yeah, "Never forget this"
I forget everything, I don't even know where my tip is
And I'll change everything
I don't know how I'll top this
Written by: Eric Kjell Jowett, Gabriel St-Onge, Javier Mercado, Joey Fenderson, Louis Esposito, Noah Smith, Spencer Mott