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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bartees Strange
Electric Guitar
Graham Richman
Synthesizer
Jack Antonoff
Drums
Victor Indrizzo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bartees Cox Jr.
Songwriter
Graham Richman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bartees Strange
Producer
Graham Richman
Producer
Andrew Scheps
Mixing Engineer
Chris Connors
Engineer
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Jesse Newport
Engineer
Lawrence Rothman
Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
Laura Sisk
Engineer
Oli Jacobs
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm gonna show you, baby, I don't need much
It's like you're too much to hold, it's like you're heaven to touch
Oh, baby, baby
And all these reasons for why I can't be loved
That's why somebody should hold me down to the earth
Oh, baby, baby
[Chorus]
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, babe
[Verse 2]
I know you're angry, baby, I don't mean much
It's like you're too rough to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, oh
And all these reasons for why you don't need love
I need somebody to hold me down to the earth
Oh, baby, baby, yeah
[Chorus]
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, baby, baby
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh
[Bridge]
My **** screaming "kill", miss me with the fake ish, I need real
My spot on the hill, I don't think you really have the budget for the build
Now she wanna ride, she ain't got the body, but on baby, bro, she fine
Don't come to the crib or hit my line, we can link up here or we can do this anytime
She work at Negril, take her to Milan to change the feel
Show 'em how a country **** live
She just love that Strange can swing a Honda on three wheels
[Bridge]
Yeah, I put that on the deal, learned from my big brother how to steal
I can hear my momma screaming
"Baby, fuck them crackers, get the deal, what you really wanna build?"
I ain't really at it for the crib, I was always at it for the kill
Screaming from the top of my lungs, I'm on Bening Road itching with a drill
I could put the red on 'em still, I just got the call, now it's real
Put that on your bitch, you know she call me every night because she knows a **** will
Judo chops, EW!
Had to flee the kitchen 'cause I saw them roaches' bills
I don't think you seen me in that section, if I did it, on my momma, I'ma kill
[Outro]
Oh, oh, baby
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, baby
Oh, oh
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, babe
Written by: Bartees Cox, Bartees Cox Jr., Graham Richman