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DC THE DON - HOLY MATRIMONY (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DC The Don
DC The Don
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devrick Goodwin
Devrick Goodwin
Composer
Eugine Flores
Eugine Flores
Composer
harry connolly
harry connolly
Composer
Josue lustre
Josue lustre
Composer
Sam Phillips
Sam Phillips
Composer
Daijon Davis
Daijon Davis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
zadra
zadra
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
Cior
Cior
Producer
Dxvrick
Dxvrick
Producer
Gine Jin
Gine Jin
Producer
Joshhh
Joshhh
Producer
Saam P.
Saam P.
Producer

Lyrics

Somewhere out of your mind Got me movin' lightspeed forward, I hate it when it happen every time Girl, you don't wanna recognize You should find yourself and I ain't tryna hear another lie Just keep it to yourself until it's real and come let me know Let me know in due time, in due time I said, welcome to the holy matrimony Uh, like, I'm just tryna ball on these niggas, by myself in euphoria My eyes bloodshot red, roll another blunt to kill the pain So I'm sorry I'm ignorin' you Why you was tellin' lies on thе podium? Like, why you ever say it if it's not truе? Karma's intuition speak for me, so this my truth I call my bitch and roll a blunt to get my mind blown I lay my head behind the wheel, I'd rather ride slow I hit my knees and pray to God to make the time slow This life I'm livin' You might wake up in a timezone that you don't recognize you too gone Sky high flow, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air from LA to back home My mama callin' me like, "Bring your ass back home" I see demons in the sky when I come back home So it's blood in the air, it's brains on the floor I washed away my sins, I let it rain, but it poured My lil' cousin said he tryna double up the score He just wanna catch a body 'cause he dyin' in his soul In the meantime, maybe it might help you in the meantime I swear this life that I'm livin' so fast, don't blink You might wake up at your own funeral with the streetlights This city never felt so cold I know you sick and tired and it lets me know That I should probably be on my own And I can never trust a soul, for real, love Like, maybe I should cut off my phone 'Cause she be callin' back and that just lets me know That she don't even know what she want Please don't intervene my life tryna find yourself Like, fuck, I'm glad that you pulled up But I'm busy tryna be busy, she chopped-and-screwed up Her feelings too tied in, my hands, they tied in (Woo) Don't know why you take advice from them people you can't trust Ironically, I was struck, hangin' on every word I say, "The sky turnin' red," she agreein' like, "Yes, sir" What is it with my luck? Bruisin' up on my shoulder I carry everything, I hope the police don't pull me over I'm slurrin' all of my words, the blood stains all on my shirt I try to hold the pain on me (On me) Like, I know you wanna go and say it first So you can put the blame on me, go ahead In due time (Woo), please don't make me wait around for due time (Woo) 'Cause every other few times that we do try This Hennessy we drinkin' up become a few lies Do you remember what's the last line you ever heard? She said, "The future never wait on anybody turns" And when it's all said and done, you get what you prefer She handed me my award and it read, "Less deserved" Goddamn, baby, I just never said a thing right Maybe I just never said it right I swear this life that I'm livin' so throwed, don't blink You might end up at the cliff, late night with the streetlights This city never felt so cold I know you sick and tired and it lets me know That I should probably be on my own And I can never trust a soul, for real, love Like, maybe I should cut off my phone 'Cause she be callin' back and that just lets me know That she don't even know what she want Please don't intervene my life tryna find yourself (Go ahead) Find yourself Go ahead, go ahead, find yourself (Go ahead) Find yourself (Yourself) You know what I'm sayin'? New phone, in the motherfuckin' kitchen We cookin' in the kitchen In due time, please don't make me wait around for due time In due time, please don't make me wait around for due time In due time, please don't make me wait around for due time In due time, please don't make me wait around for due time
Writer(s): Sam Phillips, Daijon Davis, Devrick Goodwin, Harry Connolly, Eugine Flores, Josue Lustre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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