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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Deener
Deener
Künstler:in
Brandon Williams
Brandon Williams
Trompete
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Deener
Deener
Songwriter:in
Brandon Williams
Brandon Williams
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Deener
Deener
Produzent:in
Brandon Williams
Brandon Williams
Produzent:in
A'viyana Faith Schoffstall
A'viyana Faith Schoffstall
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Myles Bell
Myles Bell
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

(HOOK)
I’ll decline any opportunity To sell my soul
I won't go I’m reminded
of the non-believers when they told me no Now I’m on a roll
traumas rewindin in my mind like ya favorite show Stunted my growth
So now it’s time I did it myself Cuz otherwise you won’t know How the story go
(VERSE 1)
I always delivered fresh shit (pause)
I even stopped the produce to postmates shit
I’m in the heart of miami
my phone pingin on the day shift except not for beats
I was delivering baked goods no bread
(pause)
had No options
 
I had to re-brand
No artists was takin beats I was shoppin
Or it’s like they only fuck witchu If they think you poppin
and I stopped workin wit timb so I ain have the optics (pause)
Then I seen how quick folks switch sides when you at a low point (pause)
out of sight outta mind (pause)
that’s how the game go and the game gon go
but when you planted good seeds in time them thangs gone grow
(HOOK)
I’ll decline any opportunity To sell my soul
I won't go I’m reminded
of the non-believers when they told me no Now I’m on a roll
traumas rewindin in my mind like ya favorite show Stunted my growth
So now it’s time I did it myself Cuz otherwise you won’t know How the story go
(VERSE 2)
Scored the shittiest pub deal and copped the green jeep Piled to the brim
 
with Memphians
we was on the beach deep (pause)
The skies powder blue and peachy melanated goddess That I spotted
she was cheeky
somehow she stuff the mangoes in the bikini
It was fuchsia (pause)
Cheers to the future Here’s to the losers (pause)
You know the ones who think they winnin but they vic
tories is an illusion
I’ll never ask for your sympathy I can pull my on strings
I’m Geppetto of the symphony
(HOOK)
I’ll decline any opportunity To sell my soul
I won't go I’m reminded
of the non-believers when they told me no Now I’m on a roll
traumas rewindin in my mind like ya favorite show Stunted my growth
So now it’s time I did it myself Cuz otherwise you won’t know How the story go
Written by: B. Deener, Brandon Williams
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