Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
Yasmeen Al-Mazeedi
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Michael Williams
Songwriter
Feliciano Ponce Ecar
Songwriter
Harissis Tsakmaklis
Songwriter
Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto
Songwriter
Luzian Gregor Tuetsch
Songwriter
Michee Patrick Lebrun
Songwriter
Leon McQuay III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bass Charity
Producer
Black Mic
Producer
Che Ecru
Producer
Thurdi
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Engineer
TheOwnlyHope
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We got our names on the guest list
I can't forget your name, always had it on a necklace
She said, "New phone, who this?" as soon as I texted
Then I saw her pretty little face standing right by the exit
I said, "It's funny that you here 'cause I know this really ain't your thing"
She said "You got that right," and her car will arrive in fifteen
She said it's 12:35 and she still got work in the morn'
I ain't tryna kill the vibe, you can see it in my face, I'm torn
Yeah, but wait
[PreChorus]
Just like magic, they playing our song from way back when we fell in love
She put down her jacket and gave me her phone, said, "I can't stay but just hold up"
Moving through the crowd, almost dropped my drink, girl, we in LA, that shit ain't cheap
She said, "You ain't changed one bit," put my hands on her hips and said, "Just focus on me"
[Chorus]
Her body like Calypso (Calypso)
Way she throwing that back, I'ma leave wit' my fit soaked (Oh yeah)
I love it when you get low (Get low)
I slide my hand down your back, on your tatts, when'd you get those?
Buss when she move her hips slow (Buss it)
Already knew you were bad, but I act like I didn't know
90210 the ZIP Code
There's a party in my bed, can I send you the info?
[Verse 2]
Deuces, I'll see you later, right there, off of La Brea
Focus on me, not on them haters, baby
Don't Tito's make you crazy?
Maybe
We can sober up in my bed
But you won't let me take you there, no
You proceeded to leave, but then
[PreChorus]
Just like magic, they playing our song from way back when we fell in love
She put down her jacket and gave me her phone, said, "I can't stay but just hold up"
Moving through the crowd, almost dropped my drink, girl, we in L.A., that shit ain't cheap
She said, "You ain't changed one bit," put my hands on her hips and said, "Just focus on me"
[Chorus]
Her body like Calypso (Yeah)
Way she throwing that back, I'ma leave wit' my fit soaked (Got my, got my fit soaked, yeah)
I love it when you get low (Get low)
I slide my hand down your back, on your tatts, when'd you get those? (On your, when you)
Buss when she move her hips slow
Already knew you were bad, but I act like I didn't know
90210 the ZIP Code
There's a party in my bed, can I send you the info?
[Bridge]
Her body like Calypso
Yeah, come on, wit' my, wit' my fit soaked, yeah
I love it when you get low
On your, when'd you get those?
Buss when she move her hips slow
90210 the ZIP Code
There's a party in my bed, can I send you the info?
[Outro]
Can I send you?
We could rendezvous, no?
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Cesar Americo, Feliciano Ponce Ecar, Harissis Tsakmaklis, Jorge Miguel Cardoso Augusto, LEON, Leon McQuay, Leon McQuay III, Luzian Gregor Tuetsch, Michael Christian Johnson, Michael Williams, Michee Patrick Lebrun