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PERFORMING ARTISTS
PARTYOF2
PARTYOF2
Performer
SWIM
SWIM
Performer
Jadagrace Gordy-Nash
Jadagrace Gordy-Nash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jadagrace Gordy-Nash
Jadagrace Gordy-Nash
Composer
Tyson Coy Stewart
Tyson Coy Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danes Blood
Danes Blood
Producer
Dave Marcus
Dave Marcus
Producer
Marshall Bryant
Marshall Bryant
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

One-two, one-two One-two, one-two One-two, one-two What the f- Moving too careless, I barely been hit in therapy Pied on my demons, they may embarrass me Weight of the world attempted to bury me Cargo pilot couldn't fly how much I'm carrying I mean, jeez, Jada G, can you believe what we seen in life? Me and you alike, Jesus Christ made a genius twice These days, can only hit up legends to receive advice Stuck through all the lows, no surprise when we reached the heights I only want the paper, not the plastic I've been making changes and they drastic Lost a piece of me and it was tragic I done been through things you can't imagine I wish that I could tell you how it happened Should've never turned my friends to a franchise Woke up, and I noticed my hands tied So tight together, I can't pray You left, and it felt like a friend died What happened? Shh, nigga, I can't say I felt a lot of hurt, but this the worst by a landslide Tales of happy endings turning out to be fan-made Secrets that we hid became so big that they can't hide I'm a decent actor, but some actions I can fake Ah, ay Dios mio, R.I.P. to my favorite trio Three amigos, been linked since embryo Three seeds who turn dreams to money trees Then one leaves and turns fruit to bittersweet Fuck you mean there's no more shoulder to lean? Who do I tell my dreams? Where can I send all these memes? Who can I plot in scheme or share my favorite ice cream with? When the closest leaves (there's no one to even grieve with) Damn, we had plans to be best men Wedding flowers and baby showers, we s'posed to attend Godfather to my kin in case tragedy wins We was supposed to be fam to the wrinkly skin Fans screaming "G.T.", never hear it again This a pain even group therapy couldn't mend Even though you broke my heart, hit the pieces and ran I still love you to the end (do your shit, best friend, mm) I hope you been makin' your bed, you know, takin' your meds You know, stacking your bread Better eat all your veggies, stay up outta your head I hope you're building healthy habits to combat all the stress I hope you know I pray to God that you're blessed Despite the hurt that you left, you did it over a text And like I only take cash, that card is hard to accept That pill is hard to digest And shit, what even hurts more, is it was all for the best
Writer(s): Tyson Coy Stewart, Jadagrace Gordy-nash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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