Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T:ME
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yanick St. Juste
Producer
Lyrics
All the pressure is my guilty pleasure
Held it in so long, don't know how to express it
Yeah, accept it
All these white girls tan to get to my complexion
Reassure me
Say that you won't stab me in my back when I'm not looking
Take no more of me
Never had to watch my back when I was back in Brooklyn
It's the first time
In a long time
In a long time
It's the first time
In a long time
In a long time
Take me somewhere that I'm wanted
Take me somewhere that I'm wanted
Take me somewhere that I'm wanted
Take me somewhere that I'm wanted
Take me somewhere that I'm
Till they see the light
Had to improvise
What a crazy ride
Feel like I've been missing out on everything
I don't even get a chance to breathe
Mama told me that there's more than holidays
But I do it just to put our lives at the ease
I'm trying to keep the faith
I always question the praise
Used to let everyone in on my plays
People I grew up with don't know where I stay
It's the first time
In a long time
In a long time
It's the first time
In a long time
In a long time
Take me somewhere that I'm wanted
Take me somewhere that I'm wanted
Take me somewhere that I'm wanted
Take me somewhere that I'm wanted
Take me somewhere that I'm
Till they see the light
Had to improvise
What a crazy ride
Writer(s): John Robert Scott
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