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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
ian
ian
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Stephen D. Lewis
Stephen D. Lewis
Songwriter:in
Ian O'Neill Smith
Ian O'Neill Smith
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
tana
tana
Produzent:in
Ian O'Neill Smith
Ian O'Neill Smith
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Nour Abraham
Nour Abraham
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

Yeah, huh (yo, tana, yo, tana, tana, yo) Huh, huh, huh-huh (yo, tana, fuck goin' on?) Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (PRIVATEFLIGHTGANG, bitch) Huh They tryna catch up from snail pace, can't get near me Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh You been showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it, uh Eyes getting low and my shoulders is heavy, I know how it look, but I'm doin' alright Hopefully soon I'll be over this shit, but I know until then I'ma shove it inside Momma just texted, "I'm proud of you, son," and I know I'm not perfect, but, damn, I'm tryin' I went and studded this brand-new watch so much, I can't tell the God damn time Junya Watanabe denim, I'm loadin' 'em up, they barely could fit my thighs Three-hundred dollar McQueen turban, it's keepin' my thoughts in line Stressed out, spendin' on retail, boy, I'm finna hop online (huh) Your bitch used to them instant meals, just took her to Catch NY Hold on, give me a minute, I really thought I had found my equal Still runnin' from these thoughts, I cannot stop 'em, I'm gettin' weaker, huh Whole gang pockets full of founding fathers, "We the people," huh You can't leave my mind, I'm tossin', turnin', losin' sleep They tryna catch up from snail pace, can't get near me Big broda like Snell playing, really ain't missing, huh He runnin', we hittin' this trailblazer, Chauncey Billups, huh You been showin' me love, can't understand why I don't feel it I think that I might go under again, I'm losin' my head, huh What happened to us? Is it something I said or something I did? Huh I wish I could help you to understand, but I can't save it, yeah Big- make his ass do the running man, it give 'em a scare, yeah Uh, huh Uh-huh
Writer(s): Ian Smith, Stephen D. Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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