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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
Lead Vocals
Jean Dawson
Jean Dawson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Corona
Austin Corona
Songwriter
David Sanders
David Sanders
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Phillips
Nathan Phillips
Mixing Engineer
Austin Corona
Austin Corona
Producer
Stephanie "slozza" Loza
Stephanie "slozza" Loza
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nate Mingo
Nate Mingo
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I dropped acid by the train tracks, listening to Aphex
I bought a brand new tape deck skipping on the playlists
My girlfriend's always worried I'm living in a hurry
I could see the day end, my vision's always blurry
[Verse 2]
Homie got two teardrops, I ain't never seen him cry
But I bet he'll ride for 'em
Lil' homie stole a droptop coupe, can't see over the wheel
But I bet he'll fry something
Five summers, four bitches, three counting 2 million, no ceiling
Hold up, yeah homies, run that shit back, ****
Homie got two teardrops, I ain't never seen him cry
But I bet he'll ride for 'em
Lil' homie stole a droptop coupe, can't see over the wheel
But I bet he'll fry something
Five summers, four bitches, three counting 2 million
[Verse 3]
Dirty dreads, dirty Vans, 200 bands sitting all in my brother bag
All red Testarossa, lick the frog, David Bowie my only friend
Blacked out, maxed out, chain-smoke something like a hunnid Reds
I'm good, no great, moonwalking on problems I'll never have
[Chorus]
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
Trip on this, trip on this, trip on this
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
Trip on this, trip on this, trip on this
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
Trip on this, trip on this, trip on this
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
Trip on this, trip on this, trip on this
[Verse 4]
Open my eyes, falling apart, finding my legs
I'm out the hole, nothing I know
Kicking the sun like it's FIFA, moonwalk in Ibiza
I'm off the pillow, a dreamer, running up the hill screaming
[Verse 5]
How many times I tell y'all I ain't tripping on shit?
I ain't holding my tongue, I ain't faking no funk
That's a heavy ass gun
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Now your ass laying in the sun
[Chorus]
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
Trip on this, trip on this, trip on this
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
Trip on this, trip on this, trip on this
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
Trip on this, trip on this, trip on this
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
Trip on this, trip on this, trip on this
Written by: Austin Corona, David Sanders, Wyatt Bernard
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