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Act II: T.I.

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Corey Simon
Corey Simon
Songwriter
Kannon Cross
Kannon Cross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T.I.
T.I.
Producer
Andrew Wright
Andrew Wright
Additional Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Corey Simon
Corey Simon
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Additional Engineer
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Additional Producer
Kannon Cross
Kannon Cross
Producer

Lyrics

Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it? I swear I parked my car, shit Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat Open my eyes, see my car parked across the street And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep Atlantic office claimin' J just keep calling the heat Is it an emergency or something you need to talk to me? J said, "I thought you needed to talk to me If it's a change made aware I think I outta be You making ultimatums now you don't talk to me You make shit way worse then it outta be" I ain't arguin' on the phone, come talk to me I'll be waitin' on you, dawg at the office, peace Now I'm thinkin' hard as I walk to my house The fuck have I done now, what could he be talkin' 'bout? I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now Then Doug called, "Ay you spoke to J?" Yeah, is it something I don't know that I was supposed to say? All I know before the hour I awoke today Nigga commin' wit' the realist and he chose today I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded Really caught a nigga by surprise, I was astounded He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'? You say'n you don't know bout it? Know bout what? Atlantic records said you called the office and went nuts Makin' death threats, talkin' loud, gettin' buck Man, they said I did what? Folks I'm just gettin' up Say you waitin' out your deal till you hear it's up Planin' to make away with 20 million bucks You bullshitin' me, right? Is you serious brugh? Yeah, they said you found out the rapper T.I.P wit' us I talked to Craig, Jewels and Kais a long time Long story short they said you don lost ya damn mind And I runnin' off deep and across ya damn mind You crossed the thin line, I'm hearin' 'em tell Atlantic It's so much shit about cha, they don't give a shit about cha Say'n you ain't doin' nothing they couldn't have done without cha You ain't never been hotta, worked a whole lotta years And came up to go way back to the bottom, what? Man, what the hell is y'all talkin' 'bout? I been in the house all night I don't know nothing 'bout that shit, man I got the album right here, man, send this to 'em
Writer(s): Kannon Cross, Corey Simon, Clifford Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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