Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
TY:DEL
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ritchie Retita
Songwriter
Timothy Long
Songwriter
Carlson Kam
Songwriter
Roshan Sundram
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ritchie Retita
Producer
Timothy Long
Producer
Carlson Kam
Producer
Roshan Sundram
Producer
Lyrics
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Not one to call you out, mm
You look a little rough here lately
Though you never leave the house, but
Your heart's in the place of someone else, mm-mm
Can't find room to love yourself, mm-mm-mm-mm (mm-mm)
Friends knocking at your door
You once were the life of the party
Now curled up on the floor
Friday nights with Ben and Jerry's, ah, mm-mm
Watching last season's memories, ah, mm-mm-mm, oh
(So let's) meet up at the grocery store
Don't care 'bout what's it for
(And keep) dancing 'cause we're bored
Slide across the floor (yeah)
We ain't got no place to be
Just you and me (oh)
Forget 'bout what's in store
And meet at the grocery store (oh)
Da-dum-da-da
Da-dum-da-da (da-da-da-da-da)
Da-dum-da-da
Da-dum-da-da
Lemme drive you 'round town and
Let your heart out to lady
Pick wine off the shelf (uh)
She's a red so a white one maybe
I think it's time to forget how she called you "Baby"
I know you'll be fine (ooh-ooh)
(So let's) meet up at the grocery store
Don't care 'bout what's it for
(And keep) dancing 'cause we're bored
Slide across the floor (slide across the floor)
We ain't got no place to be
Just you and me (just you and me)
Forget 'bout what's in store
And meet at the grocery store (oh-oh)
Everyone needs somebody
Who's a pill for the pain, oh-yeah, yeah
Be the shoulder you can cry at the end of the day
I'll be the blood to your veins, yeah, oh
Yuh, feeling good, feeling blessed
Iced-out, cold fake diamonds on ya neck (yeah, yeah)
Moving hundreds on the dash
Driving too fast in your mama's old Benz, like, "Whoa!"
Past the limits, you're outta control
Bite your teeth, don't break your bones
'Cause it's time to Offset
Any shade of blue with the Migos on set (sing it)
Da-dum-da-da
Da-dum-da-da (da-da-da-da-da)
Da-dum-da-da
Da-dum-da-da
At the grocery store
We ain't got no place to be
Just you and me
Forget 'bout what's in store
And meet at the grocery store (grocery store)
Da-dum-da-da
Da-dum-da-da
Da-dum-da-da
Da-dum-da-da
Grocery store
Writer(s): Carlson Kam, Ritchie Retita, Roshan Sundram, Timothy Long
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