Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Dalajon Jones
Songwriter
Maximilian Rahn
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Took a trip
Hit the lift I did
Got some things off my chest that I needed to forget
Slid on a shorty shoutout MC for the lob
That's my boy from the mob
Make sure everywhere we go the people know who we are
Corrupt souls will try to bring you down to they level
But I never break I got my own pedestal
It was only a matter of time now the future look incredible
Remember eating shark back in the day
I just had some swordfish they had to cook it like steak
And trust me that shit was beyond delectable
The ultimate slider go undetectable
And still need my credit though
The left hand bandit got damn it
Crepes and champagne for the summer man I think I'll manage
I just need you out in my view in Paris yeah I think I'll manage
Yeah
Sorry if I left you with emotions damaged
I'll be back to visit until then I hope you'll manage
Yeah I hope you'll manage
Crepes and champagne for the summer man I think I'll manage
I just need you out in my view in Paris yeah I think I'll manage
Yeah
Sorry if I left you with emotions damaged
I'll be back to visits until then I hope you'll manage
Yeah I hope you'll manage
Hit me if you need me
I promise I'll make life easier
Come and stay with the boy
I promise I got some space for ya
Niggas gone run they mouth
But we ain't worried bout
What the fuck they talking bout
All of them little games
That they be playing trust me that shit is out
Give me 20 minutes yeah you know my route
I'll be there girl to break it down
Give me 20 minutes girl you know my route
I'll be there girl to break it down
Yeah
Crepes and champagne for the summer man I think I'll manage
I just need you out in my view in Paris yeah I think I'll manage
Yeah
Sorry if I left you with emotions damaged
I'll be back to visits until then I hope you'll manage
Yeah I hope you'll manage
Writer(s): Jeremiah Jones
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