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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ella Mai
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dijon McFarlane
Songwriter:in
Jahron Anthony Brathwaite
Songwriter:in
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter:in
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter:in
Benjamin Bush
Songwriter:in
Ella Mai Howell
Songwriter:in
Micah John
Songwriter:in
Stephen Garrett
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mustard
Produzent:in
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
[Chorus]
Twenty-four seconds, yeah, you better not stop
You got twenty-four seconds, can you beat the shot clock?
What you waitin' on? Look daddy, I ain't got that much time
You seem anxious, you seem adamant
But you ain't press my line
Wondering why, why, why (Oh, why?)
Know you ain't shy, shy, shy (Oh, why?)
I'ma say bye, bye, bye, better know I won't think twice (Yeah)
Better let go of your pride (Do, do, do, do)
Do it now, just do it now, oh yeah (Do, do, do, do, do, do)
[PreChorus]
When a **** pull up on me tell that **** "Back, back"
Don't you know all of these **** wish that they could bag that?
I'm just saying, boy, you're playing, you're gon' let it wind down
You got twenty-four seconds and it's starting right now
Shot clock
[Chorus]
Like don't sleep, don't sleep
You gon' miss your opportunity
Shot clock
Like don't sleep, don't sleep, ****
Pick up your feet, ****
Shot clock
Like don't sleep, don't sleep
You gon' miss your opportunity
Shot clock
Like don't sleep, don't sleep, ****
Pick up your feet, my ****
[Verse 1]
Five years of datin'
Tired of bein' patient
What the fuck you waitin' for?
Yeah
It's a lot of **** hatin'
And I don't entertain 'em, but damn
You gotta gimme more
Shh, I know, I know and I'm really tryin', but it's
[Verse 2]
If you don't want it like me
I could think about a hundred things I could be doin' right now
Than wastin' my time with you
Okay, okay, since you gotta have it your way (Do, do, do, do, oh)
I'ma start that clock on ya (Do, do, do, do)
We gon' see what's up when a **** pull up on me
[PreChorus]
Tell that ****, "Back, back"
Don't you know all of these **** wish that they could bag that? (All of these ****)
I'm just saying, boy, you're playing, you're gon' let it wind down (Wind down)
You got twenty-four seconds and it's starting right now, shot clock (Right now, yeah)
[Chorus]
Like don't sleep, don't sleep
You gon' miss your opportunity
Shot clock, shot clock
Like don't sleep, don't sleep, ****
Pick up your feet, ****
Shot clock
Like don't sleep, don't sleep
You gon' miss your opportunity
Shot clock
Like don't sleep, don't sleep, ****
Shot clock
Pick up your feet, my ****
Shot clock, twenty-four seconds
Like don't sleep, don't sleep
You gon' miss your opportunity, like
You got twenty-four seconds
Don't sleep, don't sleep, ****, pick up your feet, ****
Like, don't sleep, don't sleep
You gon' miss your opportunity
Like don't sleep, don't sleep, ****
You gon' miss your opportunity
Pick up your feet, my ****, aye
Shot clock
[Outro]
L, love, add "rs" and that's surely what we are
Flip it round, add "ve" and let's see if this goes far
Full of chuckles and cuddles and sometimes eye puddles
Compose love like we're Mozart
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, B. Bush, Dijon McFarlane, Ella Mai, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Micah, Stephen Garrett, Timothy Mosley