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Description
Producer: CHASE B
Producer: Jahaan Sweet
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Ryan Mellow
A And R Manager: Sam Margol
A And R Manager: Sebastien Christie
Composer, Lyricist: Chase Benjamin
Composer, Lyricist: Jahaan Akil Sweet
Composer, Lyricist: Cleopatra Nikolic
Composer, Lyricist: Dean Josiah Cover
Lyricist, Composer: Julian Harris
Lyrics and translation
Original
One love, one love.
One love, one love. One love, one love.
One -love, one love. One love, one love. -Yo, Chase B!
Whippin' hits in my duty, that's a way, that's facts. Ink my whole body with
Marb'y, did the tats. We was way too young, had no ID for that. We hopped in
Jeep, roll up, Bob Marley, relax. Caught a sneak, took her overseas, in fact.
Found a bitch, she start bitchin', I took her back.
She walked away, I caught another look at that. That body dumb, but I'm feelin' dumber.
Winter through, I'm waitin' on the summer.
Walk to the crib, you turn into a runner.
The house we built, we bought up all the lumber. Don't worry 'bout the water, you got that, I'm the plumber.
You held it down when I thought it went under.
Say my name is Baby, I'm a stunner, money stutter. Held it down for my brothers, they cutta. In the back, for how long?
Get -the dutta, the dutta. -This!
Dutta, dutta. Yeah. Dutta, dutta. Dutta, dutta. Yeah.
Dutta, dutta. Yeah.
Got my pole in the back, pink toes in the back.
Let it blow in the back, let your soul go relax. It's some soles in the back, it's some souls in the back.
Get a dub if it's fat, get a dub if it's fat.
Got my pole in the back, pink toes in the back. Let it blow in the back, let your soul go relax.
It's some soles in the back, it's some soldiers in the back.
Get a dub if it's fat, get a dub if it's fat, -yeah. -Yeah. Wait.
Did what I had to do, livin' a life that's factual.
You fabricate stories and you not the one that it happened to.
I had to lock in to unlock a life they can't hand to you. Fuck a secret handshake, the upper hand more important though.
Chinchilla rug where shit get swept like it's four and O.
The light speakin' through me, I just hope y'all know more is cold.
So every time the lights go down, I more than glow. Bitch so bad, I fuck her all night to the morning show.
The feeling y'all been missin' from this shit, we restorin' those.
Fuck a budget bitch, cigar smoke how we blowin' those. Been old Trav, yeah, I'm talkin' way before days.
Way before the braids, fuck with Jack, they drawin' more than spades.
H-town, show a nigga love like I was born and raised.
'Cause I'm an underground king that got slaps that get overplayed.
Difference between us is you always wanna take and I know what it takes. Bitch goin' Tom Brady how she know when to throw it my way.
I'm gettin' used to the confetti, run this shit up 'til they catch me.
Got my pole in the back, pink toes in the back.
Let it blow in the back, let your soul go relax. It's some soles in the back, it's some souls in the back.
Get a dub if it's fat, get a dub if it's fat.
Got my pole in the back, pink toes in the back. Let it blow in the back, let your soul go relax.
It's some soles in the back, it's some soldiers in the back.
Get a dub if it's fat, get a dub if it's fat, yeah.
One love, one love.
One love, one love.
One love.