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Description
Associated Performer: Baby Keem feat. Don Toliver & PinkPantheress
Composer, Lyricist: Hykeem Carter
Producer: Scott Bridgeway
Composer, Lyricist: Caleb Toliver
Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Jahaan Sweet
Additional Studio Producer: Grandmaster Vic
Recording Engineer: Johnny Kosich
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: James Hunt
Recording Engineer: "206" Derek Anderson
Composer, Lyricist: Ruchaun Akers
Recording Engineer: Jonny Breakwell
Assistant Engineer: Andrew Boyd
Assistant Engineer: Kayla Cruz
Mastering Engineer: Nicolas de Porcel
Assistant Engineer: Demitrius Lewis II
Lyrics and translation
Original
Want to catch feels. Want to catch feels.
Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I, oh, I. Want to catch feels.
Want to catch feels.
Oh, I, oh, I, oh,
I, oh,
I.
You got me runnin' 'round the country, I'm tryna find you.
I need a girl I can relate to and confide to. See me dealin' with my mama, you helped me through it.
Heads up, stand tough, girl, you make me do it.
I can hide you in the mansion, more like the bedroom. Killstreaks, killstreaks when I need some legroom.
Introduce you to the homies, you ain't know 'em.
On a flight back to Paris, I got shown. Baby, did I make you proud?
I know I'm hard to handle. I'ma come break you down.
Even if you don't do scandals. Take you up and down.
Up and down. Scandals. Take you up and down. Up and down.
Scandals. Killstreaks, killstreaks, aight. Killstreaks, killstreaks, aight.
Killstreak, killstreak night. Killstreak, killstreak night.
Killstreaks, killstreaks, aight. Killstreaks, killstreaks, aight.
Killstreak, killstreak night. Killstreak, killstreak night.
Remember when you came to town? Now,
I'm ready for you to lay it down.
Oh, no new way to get lost around you.
Oh, girl, can you help? I'm so down by myself.
Killstreaks, killstreaks, aight. Killstreaks, killstreaks, aight.
Killstreak, killstreak night. Killstreak, killstreak night.
Killstreaks, killstreaks, aight. Killstreaks, killstreaks, aight.
Killstreak, killstreak night. Killstreak, killstreak night.
You don't got a lot of time for emotionals. You in the bush just to see a new perspective, woah.
Me, I spent a lot of time in the gutter, dawg.
I'ma cut dope, freak dope, hit it, dawg. Let's take a walk around Fremont road, dawg.
All these niggas out here sellin' they soul, dawg. Are you really here for me? Are you my role dawg?
I don't want another woman, this ain't roll call.
And I see the good relations with your mama. Educated, Harvard baby, and you're honor.
And I note the good morals on your socials. First Lady, president, you in the Oval. I'm at the O2, I'm goin' postal.
You on the side stage, I had to show you.
They told you I was next up, what they told you?
I had to fall back just to get to know you.