Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tank and the Bangas
Tank and the Bangas
Künstler:in
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Klavier
Tarriona Ball
Tarriona Ball
Stimme und Gesang
Ivy Ball
Ivy Ball
Begleitgesang
Jonathan Johnson
Jonathan Johnson
Bass
Albert Allenback
Albert Allenback
Flöte
Merell Burkett
Merell Burkett
Tasteninstrumente
Joshua Johnson
Joshua Johnson
Schlagzeug
Joe Johnson
Joe Johnson
Rhodes Piano
Norman Spence
Norman Spence
Tasteninstrumente
Mack Major
Mack Major
Blockflöte
Jay Weigel
Jay Weigel
Streicherdirigent:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Komponist:in
Tarriona Ball
Tarriona Ball
Songwriter:in
Ivy Ball
Ivy Ball
Songwriter:in
Albert Allenback
Albert Allenback
Komponist:in
Merell Burkett
Merell Burkett
Komponist:in
Joshua Johnson
Joshua Johnson
Komponist:in
Joe Johnson
Joe Johnson
Komponist:in
Norman Spence
Norman Spence
Komponist:in
Jay Weigel
Jay Weigel
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Robert Glasper
Robert Glasper
Produzent:in
Tarriona Ball
Tarriona Ball
Produzent:in
Joshua Johnson
Joshua Johnson
Produzent:in
Mack Major
Mack Major
Ingenieur:in
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mischtechniker:in
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Qmillion
Qmillion
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

Get up- Get up- What time it is? ooh, mmm Shit, woah Get up- Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa (Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, lay on the sofa, nigga) Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa There's such a thin line between Finding yourself and being in between dreams (dreams, dreams) There's a little bit of faith, I know Little bitty seed of mustard grow In my skull The ways, the ways The ways I learned to grow (to grow, to grow) If there is no limit to what I can do, I'll be I just gotta be told (be told), but don't tell me shit Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa (Most days I wanna lay, I wanna, uh, lay on the sofa, nigga) Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa (Most days I wanna, uh, I wanna, uh, lay on the sofa, nigga) I'm on a lonely highway, on the freeway In a green car, going real far Finna slow down at station nearby, I need energy Nothing fuels me or fills me anymore I'm watching TV, I'm eating, scrolling Obsessing, chilling, chicken Fucking, writing, sleeping, giving fucks for no reason Like spaced out, changing seasons Most meetings are not for greetings Season forgiving a reason for living I seem to remember the lessons I learn, the things I remember The niggas I curved, man I remember when I used to hang with my sister All my kid sis at jazz lane, the pass lane The time fly by, by, by, it don't last Bitch, I tried to remake my last But everybody looking for what the fuck is next What the fuck is next? What the fuck is next? What the fuck is next? What the fuck is next? Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa Most days I wanna, uh, I wanna what? I wanna, on the sofa Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay, I wanna lay on the sofa I spent my 20s looking for myself in poems and niggas In deep quotes and compliments and good pictures Every morning I wake up, I count to twenty I wanna lay longer, my bed soft and my pillow perfect Plus I'm exhausted I think it's because I've been running in my head I'm still searching for purpose In that dream I had last night I was running from a fruit fly Something so small had me going Maybe that's why the little things bother me Pulling my raincoat, mess with my rainbow Boy, you really gonna allow such small things to mess with you? Fuck with you? Obama say, "What it do?" Trump say, "This will do, this will do, this will do, this will do" (this will do, this will do, this will do) Get up- Now most days (Tank, you talk to mama?) Wanna lay I wanna lay on the sofa, I wanna lay on the sofa, oh yeah I wanna lay on the sofa, I wanna lay on the sofa, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah I wanna lay on the sofa, I wanna lay on the sofa, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah I wanna lay on the sofa, I wanna lay on the sofa, ayy, ayy, yeah I wanna lay on the, I wanna lay on the sofa I wanna lay on the, I wanna lay on your sofa (Stupid, hahaha) You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down Slow down You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down You need to slow down You're moving way too fast, you need to slow down But first you gotta get up (that's first)
Writer(s): Tarriona Michelle Ball, Albert Charbonneau Allenback, Norman Spence Ii, Joe Westley Johnson Iii, Merell Burkett Jr, Robert Andre Glasper, Ivy Terry Ball Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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