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