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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
William "WillGell." Gella
Programming
Judah "Iver Rivers" Chima
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William "WillGell." Gella
Songwriter
Judah "Iver Rivers" Chima
Songwriter
Vija Celmins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William "WillGell." Gella
Producer
Lyrics
When the windows go, yeah, you know we go up
Hotbox 'till we ran out of wands
She tells me "Baby, I don't do this for fun"
Sitting pretty with my mind on the run
Pinto bean, now she keepin' it
You know I'm diggin' it
At least she knows what she wants
Cling to me like your momma, ain't love you like she shoulda did
And smoke as much as you want
Ahh-ahh, huh-huh, huh-huh
Ahh-ahh, huh-huh
Ahh-ahh, huh-huh, huh-huh
Out of my mind
I need you to cover my blindside for tonight
I shouldn't drive, too many Mai Tai's for the freeway tricks
6 karat b*tch in the passenger seat, how she get like this?
Here go the light, why n drive
Like they haven't been home in a while?
Tryna get to a wife and kids, they don't really wanna see
Take it out on the streets
Lookin' down got her
Hand on my thigh, look in her eyes
And I see lucifer smile through those pearly white teeth
And that body says she barely might eat
Cleaves out like a certified freak
Baby, would you let me drive?
Baby, would you?
Pinto bean, now she keepin' it
You know I'm diggin' it
At least she knows what she wants
Cling to me like your momma, ain't love you like she shoulda did
And smoke as much as you want
Out of my mind
I need you to cover my blindside for tonight
We're on the mainland looking for a stop
Playing hide and seek with the cops
Think I've seen one
But he was drunk as well
Took a piss by the traffic lights, girl, I think we live in hell
I get why you high as heaven
Begin living past 11, uh-uh-uh
When they all come out on a run for a sedative
Look at me deep in my eyes, I see you let 'em take all of your pride
But our synergy's not a surprise
We've seen most, everything still tryna hide
Look at me deep in my eyes, I see you let 'em take all of your pride
But our synergy's not a surprise
When the windows go, yeah, you know we go up
Hotbox 'till we ran out of wands
She tells me "Baby, I don't do this for fun"
Sitting pretty with my mind on the run
Pinto bean, now she keepin' it
You know I'm diggin' it
At least she knows what she wants
Cling to me like your momma, ain't love you like she shoulda did
And smoke as much as you want
Ahh-ahh, huh-huh, huh-huh
Ahh-ahh, huh-huh
Ahh-ahh, huh-huh, huh-huh
Writer(s): Judah "iver Rivers" Chima, William "willgell." Gella
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