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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Col3trane
Col3trane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Ash
Ben Ash
Songwriter
Alistair O'Donnel
Alistair O'Donnel
Songwriter
Mack Jamieson
Mack Jamieson
Songwriter
Cole Basta
Cole Basta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mack Jamieson
Mack Jamieson
Producer
Two Inch Punch
Two Inch Punch
Producer
AOD
AOD
Producer
Alex Noorani
Alex Noorani
Producer
Hoskins
Hoskins
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah Running through these rounds of applauses I ain't tripping, baby, I'm just nauseous I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh Like leaves for the blossom I'm popping out on everybody, flossing And I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh Hold this I'll hold you if you hold this I'll hold you if you— Baby girl come give me a kiss Know I'm high as fuck, yeah I'm really off the shits and— Baby talk in tongues with her lips You think it's confusing but we both know what it is and— She gon' shoot her shot but she don't miss Everybody in the city throwing bricks But we home so we do it our way A little party with a little bit of risk (Yeah) Running through these rounds of applauses I ain't tripping, baby, I'm just nauseous I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh Like lеaves for the blossom (Like lеaves) I'm popping out on everybody, flossing (Whoa) And I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh Hold this I'll hold you if you hold this I'll hold you if you— (Yeah) She with me so it can't be no problem Found a bottle but we at the bottom Drinking and forgetting what we said Now we tripping out like Carrie off her meds God damn, we can't leave 'cause it's always a reason To show out and to party with our demons But we home so we do it our way A little party, going straight in, off the deep end Running through these rounds of applauses I ain't tripping, baby, I'm just nauseous I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me And a pocket full of whatchumacallit, oh Like leaves for the blossom I'm popping out on everybody, flossing And I don't need no sleep, just my baby with me And a pocket full of whatchumacallit
Writer(s): Benjamin Ross Ash, Alastair O'donnell, Jonathan Joseph Hoskins, Mack Jamieson, Cole Basta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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