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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo
Fredo
Vocals
Ayo Oyerinde
Ayo Oyerinde
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Bailey
Marvin Bailey
Songwriter
Ayo Oyerinde
Ayo Oyerinde
Songwriter
David Orobosa Omoregie
David Orobosa Omoregie
Songwriter
Hozier
Hozier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ileki J. Scarlett
Ileki J. Scarlett
Recording Engineer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Mixing Engineer
Liam Hebb
Liam Hebb
Assistant Engineer
Dave Turner
Dave Turner
Mastering Engineer
Dave
Dave
Producer

Lyrics

Fuck college, my arts was the crime Man changed like Optimus Prime Said she love me now, what a surprise But it's not that, a lot in disguise You can't know the feeling They don't love you, they love you for reasons Do you love me or love that I'm freezing? Wonder why I'm here just for the evening then I'm breezing? God, how did You save me as well? First faith was faith in a scale When I prayed, was praying for bail I knew You was somewhere but raised me in Hell No, I don't wanna question Your lovе Just watch over the rest of my thugs 36, that's a blеssing for us Niggas die just for messing with us Broke days, I can never forget Why you think that we step on their neck? They spread rumors they get off the net That's that shit man could never respect 'Member days goin' halfs on the draw I tried help my doggie for sure Then he turned Oliver And, man, they kept asking for more It took money for me to finally see That the best things in life are for free I'll give all the shit I have Just to bring all my niggas back Yo, I'm running my Ps up for real Real Gs that I keep in the field But I keep on losing my loved ones to prison Broski, I need you to chill When I look back, when I signed for Sony, that wasn't even a deal But they changed my life, never thought that I'd make it this far, that's keeping it real If they say that we weren't causing hell in these streets, they hatin' and jealous of me I ain't better than you, you ain't better than me except when we get on a beat All them girls that I couldn't treat right If you ask, I was young Never tried to understand girls And now I'm the father of one I tried to be around, it was hard for her mum Can't forgive all the harm that I've done Why you play with my heart like it's fun When you know you can call me and ask and it's done? Put that shit to the side, it ain't really fair We know how it feels when dad ain't really there My daughter looks like me with pretty hair Lookin' at pictures, just wishin' you're really here My nigga told me it would blow over It better, 'cause right now she's so older My neck and my wrist is all froze over But I ain't feeling this cold shoulder Yo, free all my niggas since school Since then, we couldn't stick to the rules Robbin' mandem with sticks and some jewels I was in jail stickin' pictures to walls How you want me to spend money and time When I only get one in this life? My young niggas been off into crime Won't be a nice day if my sons gonna rise Yeah, I got blood in my eyes I got blood in my eyes Can't think with blood on my mind Can't see, got blood in my eyes Won't change on none of the guys I got blood on my hands a couple of times From cleaning that blood off my knife Look at me, I got blood in my eyes
Writer(s): David Omoregie, Ayo Oyerinde, Marvin William Bailey, Andrew John Hozier-byrne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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