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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
StaySolidRocky
StaySolidRocky
Stimme und Gesang
Big4Keezy
Big4Keezy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Darak Figueroa
Darak Figueroa
Songwriter:in
Gunnlaugur Sumarlidason
Gunnlaugur Sumarlidason
Songwriter:in
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Songwriter:in
Latrell Collins
Latrell Collins
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Darak Figueroa
Darak Figueroa
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Glaazer
Glaazer
Produzent:in
SephGotTheWaves
SephGotTheWaves
Produzent:in
THEDONRRRM
THEDONRRRM
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Lyrics

Times are runnin', rip and running we can't go back
I stopped taking Adderall, but, girl, you know that
Thought you pulled up in the wagon, hope you drove that
Oppositions see I'm flaggin', we gon' scold that
Pop off a pill, I way too high, I ain't even land yet
He in the fire, he in the sky, he devil dancin'
I don't reply, you bitches crying, I ain't romantic, uh uh
Bodybag a ****, pick it up then slam it
You speak on rip, my finger flick, turn you to ashes
We on that shit, we train that bitch while we was back there
My lighter flick, I reminisce and get to loving
We, we just having fun, I hit and run like I just crashed it
Fuck around and split this shit and had that a boy a fraction
We gon' come and go, the Glock explode, it's leaving fragments
**** duck and pressure, walking carpets, I got static
Throwin' .30 bullets, hope your wide receiver catch it
Live life to the fullest, I ain't emptying out glasses
I dropped out of school, no, I ain't filling out these classes
Win another round and I'm receiving these advances
These **** ain't make it 'cause they burning out like plastic
What the fuck?, **** know what's up
Chopper bust, old bitch like to fuck
Can't get cuffed, left 'em in the dust
I can't trust, guess I smell like must
Oh, that's tough, Perky, pilot bust
Call my phone, hang that bitch right up
How us?, can't roll me in no blunt
Hermes, hit the whip, it a vet
**** mad, told that bitch "oh my bad"
Solo slime by myself, I'm on they ass
Fuck that cash, we get down on yo' ass
I've been ballin' on these ****, no, Steve Nash
Pop off a pill, I way too high, I ain't even land yet
He in the fire, he in the sky, he devil dancin'
I don't reply, you bitches crying, I ain't romantic (Uh uh)
Bodybag a ****, pick it up then slam it
You speak on rip, my finger flick, turn you to ashes
We on that shit, we train that bitch while we was back there
My lighter flick, I reminisce and get to loving
We, we just having fun, I hit and run like I just crashed it
False 11
Got some real high feelings
"Fuck the street", but you **** still in it
Behind the street, all yo' partners went missing, oh
Written by: Darak Figueroa, Gunnlaugur Sumarlidason, Joseph Boyden, Latrell Markee Collins
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