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Destroy Lonely - all the time (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vadim Novytskyi
Vadim Novytskyi
Songwriter
Cade Blodgett
Cade Blodgett
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ozi
Ozi
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer
CADE
CADE
Producer
Timon Adams
Timon Adams
Mixing Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Feels like I lost my mind (oxy) I been pourin' up drink all the time (yeah) I be flexin' all the time (yeah) I be drippin' all the time (yeah) I stay smokin' all the time (yeah) I buy CELINE and Saint Laurent (I do) Givenchy and Prada VETEMENTS and Marni (yes), and Balenciaga (yes) I do everythin' with no problem (yes) I lived a whole month at the Roxy (yes) I lived a whole life in October (I did) I'ma go and blow yo' college fund every time I walk up in that store (huh) I'm the boss of the top floor (yeah) When I rock, baby, please roll (yeah) Designer leather jeans on (yeah) And they stuffed up with B rolls (yeah) My life a whole movie and yo' life just a B-roll (yeah) I stay with big Bs and they buzzin' but I'm countin' up C notes Yeah, I ball hard, you can't foul me (bitch) I don't shoot no free throws (bitch) I got all these bitches on me (yeah) Might go crazy tryna fuck these hoes (slick) Might go crazy tryna count this money (ha) Might go crazy tryna count a hundred (uh) Might go crazy if you try to play me 'Cause I really came from nothin' (uh) O-P-I-U-M, I throw my gang up (double O) My diamonds way, way, way whiter than angel dust (for sure) We wear all black everythin', can't hang with us (get out) Her pussy wet, way more pink than codeine cups (that's true) Yeah, I got ya, shawty, know I got ya if you got me (I got ya) My cash don't fold up, I can't do origami (nah) Come get down with the gang, nigga This a top-floor posse (top floor, top floor) I stuff money in my pants, baby, I'm never outta pocket (for sure, for sure, oh) (For sure, yeah) Feels like I lost my mind (oxy) I been pourin' up drink all the time (yeah) I be flexin' all the time (yeah) I be drippin' all the time (yeah) I stay smokin' all the time (yeah) I buy CELINE and Saint Laurent (I do) Givenchy and Prada (yes) VETEMENTS and Marni (yes), and Balenciaga (yes) I do everythin' with no problem (yes) I lived a whole month at the Roxy (yes) I lived a whole life in October (I did) I'ma go and blow yo' college fund every time I walk up in that store Top floor, top floor, top floor Top floor, top floor, top floor Top floor, top floor, top floor, top floor Top floor, top floor, top floor, top floor
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie, Cade Blodgett, Vadim Novytskyi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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