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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SZA
Vocals
Don Toliver
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Toliver
Songwriter
Rob Bisel
Songwriter
Steven Paul Smith
Songwriter
Solána Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Rob Bisel
Producer
Lyrics
Summer's over, and the money gone
I miss my mama when the tide is low
Moon corrals us to the water and my daddy calls on his
Favorite daughter for a host of loving words, I might oblige him
If the money right, is the pussy good?
I keep it tight for the right one
Save it all for the right one, call it perfect timing
Make it bounce, baby, do a little more
I've been wiped out, like, three times
Beat that shit, call me nine lives
I got perfect time, I got perfect timing
Perf-
I can't stop 'til my shit shine
I can't stop 'til I reach my pеrfect
Tick-tock 'til it go away
Time waits for nary man
I regrеt all the things we said in haste
Knowin' the golden hour awaits for me, twilight calls my name
Wrist froze, let the ice call my name too loud
Double zeroes by my name now
"And it all makes sense in the end," that's what they say to us
Spendin' our time smoking that angel dust
We on perfect time, perfect timing
We got per- (we got)
Okay, we fell out, but where I've been
See, I can't go, no, no, no, no, no more
Been around, up and down, oh
Been around myself
Been down on a lonely road, oh-oh
We spend the night and we kept it tidy
I'm so ready for many more, many more times (more)
Many more, many more
Talk love, girl, I need me plenty more (plenty more)
For many more, many more times
Writer(s): Elliott Smith, Sza, Rob Bisel, Toliver Caleb
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