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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
Roman GianArthur
Roman GianArthur
Drums
Chris McClenney
Chris McClenney
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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Composer
Roman GianArthur
Roman GianArthur
Composer
Chris McClenney
Chris McClenney
Composer
Maurice Powell
Maurice Powell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Roman GianArthur
Roman GianArthur
Producer
Alex Dowidchuk
Alex Dowidchuk
Engineer
Andrew Keller
Andrew Keller
Engineer
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Ramiro Fernandez-Seoane
Assistant Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Head rush, head rush Head rush, head rush Get out of my head Head rush, head rush Head rush, head rush Head rush, head rush Head rush, head rush Wrist, wrist You better show how you play it, boy You been workin' these niggas Play that shit Ain't nobody tryna weigh you down, nigga You better play that shit Show 'em how you lay it down Play that shit Show 'em how you get down, nigga You better play that shit Ain't nobody tryna weigh you down, boy Play that shit Show 'em how you lay it down, nigga You a Compton nigga Show them bitches how you get down Two years could change your life (Bitch, I look good) You ain't never seen a nigga move this nice (We moved out the hood) Six O's for a show, up my price Swaggin' on these niggas, pockets looking thicker Yeah, I do it bigger, this ain't nothing new His head is making so much noise His head is making so much noise Bought a new house, don't talk to me The balcony pretty, I could see the city I got the Whoop on my wrist, now I'm feeling healthy Skin so smooth, a nigga feeling choosy You niggas is loud, though, I stay out the way Homie, if she giving bad dome, I send her in cab home You making my, making my, making my, making my Head rush Head rush Head rush Head rush, head rush Head rush, head rush Head rush, head rush Head rush, head rush You can do anything you want But when you are tight, you get tired quick And before you know it, you, you, you, you're done Never put a artist in a box They only thought I could do house I bet they didn't know that at one point The only house that I knew was a trap My auntie call it the booking joint The spot across the street from my granny house Seen a lot of shit there It ain't much that I'm scared of Woah, woah, woah, woah Let me tell you about this head rush It's entertainment mixed with drugs Dealing with loss and with love I'm glad I'm still here to talk about it A lot of niggas we done lost Trauma on my face, damn, I feel a way At times I feel like it's my fault Relax Be calm Stay focused And then everything is okay from there on Definitely
Writer(s): Roman Irvin, Sheldon Young, Christopher Mcclenney, Maurice Powell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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