Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Ogunfowora
Songwriter:in
Sebastien Jean-Charles
Songwriter:in
John McCants Jr.
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
JohnnyJon
Produzent:in
Nasaondabeet
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Lyrics
Yeah umm, these the things we always talked about you know
Aye don’t mind that ****
You know these the things I’ve always talked about but
Look, let me talk my shit, I got a lot to say
Imma shoot my shot, Kobe fade away
It was a hard time, **** some of my realest days
It’s still got a lot to do, there’s still a lot to make
When I was 25, I felt 38
I tell ‘em life is good, I tell ‘em life is great
When she really want to see me, we meet me face to face
Still gotta set it straight, I got to pave the way
She got a lot of ass, so she a lot to handle
We gotta turn the page, we gotta change the channel
This shit was nonstop, and I’m still on my grind
I put in the work, you know I paid the time
Calling my phone, blowing my phone, whenever she need me I meet her (Uh)
Singing my song, singing along, all in my ear like Aretha (Uh)
Flying alone, flying from home, all in the air with no visa
Angel around w/ the demons, lil baby swear she a keeper (Uh)
Calling my phone, blowing my phone, whenever she need me I meet her (Uh)
Singing my song, singing along, all in my ear like Aretha (Uh)
Flying alone, flying from home, all in the air with no visa
Angel around w/ the demons, lil baby swear she a keeper (Uh)
You controlling me
Gave hope to me
Angels over me
I was doing straight grown up shit last year
Like **** was going from house to fucking house
**** was sleeping in in bedrooms
But still some of my realist days, you know what I'm saying
You controlling me
Gave hope to me
Angels over me
Written by: David Ogunfowora, John McCants Jr., Sebastien Jean-Charles
