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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conner Presley Faulkner
Conner Presley Faulkner
Songwriter
Alexander Mansel Hopkins
Alexander Mansel Hopkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HOP
HOP
Producer
Young Lit Hippy
Young Lit Hippy
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Aye Time weighing the over under I'm Tired of waiting on a 7 to wonder Guess they never really got the number In Oklahoma City never saw the thunder Tip game out of the west dress to impress they putting on less Walking in the club I'm feeling the vest While the 3rd year majors rocking the sweats Push work into the trade Selling out my shows I'm tryna get paid But it's hard when I'm working like every day Serving broke ass holes scraping for minimum wage And it's definitely making us humble Especially on the days we working the doubles When the sun's coming up we starting the hustle And when it coming up again we feeling the struggle Cuz everything I am is what I am owed And everything I have is what I have sold Sell a couple days to buy a few clothes Sell a couple years to buy a new home Sell a couple nights to pick up a yard But then you sell another wife to fight at the bar But damn ooo would you look at the car Man sell a couple months we already scarred I got em talking now Just one more year I'll have em talking loud In 10 more years what's there to talk about Cuz the war will be the only thing we'll talk about So are we lost now Do we even know the cost now I was filling up my car the other day I got a quarter of the way Before I realized what it cost now Broke down burning the rubber Missing all the days preparing for summer Stopping by the beach to pick up a number I got a new Gal with me making her wonder Everything back on the wave But I got a feeling it's already changed I'm seeing that the first world started the race But I don't know if anyone's wanting to place
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