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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE
Lead Vocals
Jean Dawson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Corona
Songwriter
David Sanders
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Phillips
Mixing Engineer
Austin Corona
Producer
Stephanie "slozza" Loza
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
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
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It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
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It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
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It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
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[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