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PERFORMING ARTISTS
MIKE
MIKE
Vocals
Lunchbox
Lunchbox
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Bonema
Michael Bonema
Songwriter
Antonio Hernandez
Antonio Hernandez
Songwriter
Linzell Newton
Linzell Newton
Songwriter
Coby Rhodes
Coby Rhodes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Seltzer
Tony Seltzer
Producer
ivvys1
ivvys1
Producer
Gabriel Schuman
Gabriel Schuman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
She-she said what's wrong with me?
I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand"
I got two chromes on me
We be all black just like Dolemite, hey
(This is a Tony Sel—, ivvys)
(Call me)
[Chorus]
But if I pick up the call, will I shake?
Demons keep callin' me
But if I pick up the call, will I shake?
Said she want all of me
Since she won't come, put it all in my face
There's somethin' wrong with me
We keep on lightin' our palms, I might play
Ain't nothin' calm 'bout me
Please do not find nothin' wrong with what I say
I keep that phone with me
Bitch, I keep thermical, pull a light free
She said what's wrong with me?
I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand"
I got two chromes on me
We be all black just like Dolemite, hey
[Verse 1]
How hard it is?
From the bottom of my heart, that's where my sorrow live
Yeah, on 10K, bro, on God (Sel—, ivvys), it cost an arm and leg
I can't settle, need it larger, need no partnership
All you got to start is seein' the star, I gave your heart a skip
I take it far, you play your card, and I make comma quick (Quick)
It's calm, I know the darkness like my palm and hand
You used that talk to talk that hard shit, should've called your man
I go too far, guess I should chill out (Sel—, ivvys), I'll just start again (Start again)
Hits like Atari, let it rip, we 'bout to start a band
No point in stoppin' me and twin, you know it's contraband
No, I don't pop it, but we'll pick, I'm not a honest man
I'm simple but we'll pop up, gettin' hit if it's behind again
I spent the Pradas on assistance, some designer pants
I got dropped into the system, this shit high demand
I'm 'bout my pockets since the cane, never hide a plan
How hard it get? (Sel—, ivvys)
[Chorus]
But if I pick up the call, will I shake?
Demons keep callin' me
But if I pick up the call, will I shake?
Said she want all of me
Since she won't come, put it all in my face
There's somethin' wrong with me
We keep on lightin' our palms, I might play
Ain't nothin' calm 'bout me
Please do not find nothin' wrong with what I say
I keep that phone with me
Bitch, I keep thermical, pull a light free
She said what's wrong with me?
I tell her, "I got the whole globe in my hand"
I got two chromes on me
We be all black just like Dolemite, hey
[Outro]
(Damn)
He ain't got no bread, givin' shortcake, yeah
I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor—
He ain't got no bread, givin' shortcake, yeah
I grew up, turned religious wearin' Nor—
Written by: Antonio Hernandez, Coby Rhodes, Linzell Newton, Michael Bonema
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