Credits

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Feysal Salad
Feysal Salad
Songwriter:in
Carlos Martin
Carlos Martin
Songwriter:in
Ashanti Daniel Guerrero
Ashanti Daniel Guerrero
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rowan
Rowan
Produzent:in
Daniel East
Daniel East
Produzent:in
Rodrigo Barahona
Rodrigo Barahona
Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

I have a need for speed 
I gotta peep the scene
I need a 40 right under the pillow or
I cannot sleep in peace 
I caught this woman lookin at my soul like she a sneaker freak 
Tease my feelings like "what are those?" and we don't need to speak 
I don't care enough anymore for you to feel like you should lie to me 
Mafia if I ever wanna thing 
You know it's bada boom bada bing 
Swear we was in a cell making wine **** now I never ever want a drink 
I done processed hella foul shit and I still have never saw a shrink 
Either I care way too much or not enough, never between 
Dealt with this problem since I was a teen 
Till I realized that I wanted the cream 
But I know God is way bigger than money so cash doesn't rule everything around me
Hate it or love it I'm upping the budget I'm making sure all of my **** can eat 
Let's stay afloat 
You already know 
I'm that **** but no need to brag or boast 
And before we taste the glass, let's raise a toast 
Chasing somethin' we don't have, we on the road 
I have a need for speed 
I gotta peep the scene
I need a 40 right under the pillow or
I cannot sleep in peace 
I caught this woman lookin at my soul like she a sneaker freak 
Tease my feelings like "what are those?" and we don't need to speak 
I ain't had no choice but be woke cuz
I ain't had nowhere to sleep 
We moving mountains, will I Everest? I am nowhere close to the peak 
How you showing off your bird brains on twitter? Close yo beak 
You ain't had to watch me win without you but then you chose yo seat
I done let my whole fam down I gotta come through big 
I can make myself look good but I'm telling y'all true shit 
For all these lil hood wins I was real life losing 
Be careful how you moving
I been tying up loose ends 
Let's stay afloat 
You already know 
I'm that **** but no need to brag or boast 
And before we taste the glass, let's raise a toast 
Chasing somethin' we don't have, we on the road 
I have a need for speed 
I gotta peep the scene
I need a 40 right under the pillow or
I cannot sleep in peace 
I caught this woman lookin at my soul like she a sneaker freak 
Tease my feelings like "what are those?" and we don't need to speak  (We don't need to speak at all)
Written by: Ashanti Daniel Guerrero, Carlos Martin, Feysal Salad
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