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Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Drake
Drake
Stimme und Gesang
Noel Cadastre for Ref 1 Music Inc.
Noel Cadastre for Ref 1 Music Inc.
Tasteninstrumente
Kaushik “Kidmasterpiece” Barua
Tasteninstrumente
PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Kid Masterpiece
Kid Masterpiece
Produzent:in
Noel Cadastre for Ref 1 Music Inc.
Noel Cadastre for Ref 1 Music Inc.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
David "Prep" Hughes
David "Prep" Hughes
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Noah “40” Shebib for Evdon Music Inc.
Mischtechniker:in

Paroles

Alright, man This what we gon' do If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up Put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw (ayy) Put your H's up now Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah Friday night, I'm out with the guys You already called me five times Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe Blue bubbles are blowing up my line You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life Your life Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine What's on your mind? (Your mind) your mind Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize Talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin' Vaping while you're typin' on a mission Maya Angelou off seven shots of '42, your words are cuttin' deep Your words are hittin' different All you gotta do is (all you gotta do) All you gotta do is (all you gotta do) Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (past A&M) It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again All this time you've been around me You don't spend a penny 'round me Friends are extra friendly 'round me If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) yeah Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah Ayy, hop on 85, right past A&M It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again Hop on 85, right past A&M Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again It's raining in Houston, my love The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up So why make it worse if you could pull up? I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love Rather spend my energy boosting you up Gassing you up, these American guys Are something different, they just talk looser than us You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love All these tables, booked, you want hookah, my love I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love I know you always say it's just music, my love But these guys would die to see me lose it, my love The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love I can't see things getting much smoother, my love
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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