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Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Stimme und Gesang
Fousheé
Fousheé
Stimme und Gesang
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Fousheé
Fousheé
Songwriter:in
Justin Marshall
Justin Marshall
Songwriter:in
Kenneth Blume III
Kenneth Blume III
Songwriter:in
Michael Meagher
Michael Meagher
Songwriter:in
Rory McDougall
Rory McDougall
Songwriter:in
Thomas Martin
Thomas Martin
Songwriter:in
Paul Anthony Bender
Paul Anthony Bender
Songwriter:in
Simon Mavin
Simon Mavin
Songwriter:in
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter:in
</Marvin
</Marvin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kenny Beats
Kenny Beats
Produzent:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Spencer Dennis
Spencer Dennis
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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One, two, three, four Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Three, four, one, two I don't wanna die but I will for the cause (dead homies) Swallowing my pride, like them pills y'all be on (hell nah, yeah) I hate when you high but you hate feeling lost (where we at with it?) I hate every time that you ask, "Can we talk?" (hell nah, yeah) Tell me what I did now, drying off your tears now Fighting for some years now, something gotta give (for real) I don't wanna rebound, I just wanna sleep sound Don't wanna dream 'bout the shit I done did (walk 'em down) You know these trips come with baggage (yeah) Been all 'cross this atlas, but keep coming back to this place 'Cause they trapped us I preach what I practice, these streets all I know And there's no place like home (no place like home) Ooh, ta-take me home like I clicked my shoes I'm up, the price is sky high Please save your two cents, I'm fine I got no sensor, I vibe Like, "Ooh, ah, ooh, ah" Only abide by my rules Yeah, I'm on PCH, goin' south, blower on the seat With the windows down, music loud, let 'em hear the beat When it's quiet out, I hear the sound of those who rest in peace Tryna drown the violence out but let 'em say that they want beef And we riding out, finding out where them niggas be If they hanging out, lay 'em out, airing out the street Then it's out the way, outta state, please don't tell on me Don't need no more felonies, all these broken memories I be solo dolo, never know who working with police When I hit the set, it's loaded, I don't know who envy me I'm the only one who made it out, you remember me? Is you a frenemy? You plan on killing me? No? Ooh, ta-take me home like I clicked my shoes I'm up, the price is sky high Please save your two cents, I'm fine I got no sensor, I vibe Like, "Ooh, ah, ooh, ah" Only abide by my rules And I make mistakes sometimes I, I tried I can't tell you who's an ally I can't tell you who, who
Writer(s): Thomas Martin, Vincent Staples, Paul Anthony Bender, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Rory Mcdougall, Justin Marshall, Simon Marvin, Michael Meager, Britanny Fatima Foushee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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