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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Programming
Gavin Curtis
Gavin Curtis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gavin Curtis
Gavin Curtis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Killian Taylor
Killian Taylor
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hit the brakes, pulling strings like a rock band
This is not the whole thing, it's the mocks
I'm the whole enchilada and the guac'
The microphone's a wand, it lost magic when you watched hands
I had to find balance, had to swamp stance
From the swamp to the ritz, I hit the posh dance
I made it on the off chance
Locked in, very slim chance of an off-day
I did not pop
Simmer in the pan, I was sautéed
Little bit of liquor had me flombayed
On the beach getting waved, take a bomb bae
Thought the love was solid, all along it was concaved
Slave to my thoughts, go the wrong way
Hoping that you show me that you like me
Did it for praise
You read me wrong
It's defamation, feel like Johnny in the court case
I'm tryna pawn blame
Split it 4 ways, heading through the door I came in
Fuck the foreplay I'm ready for the fornication
I been more than patient
Tryna scorch a trail
Couldn't penetrate
Snail bro, I formed a shell
Is it gonna break?
Blood suckers, all you do is take
Dracula, a lot at stake
I'm stoked I made it
It's just another day
Why is nothing changing
I'm stuck in place
(Just forgetting faces)
Written by: Gavin Curtis
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