Description
Producer: Ye
Producer: The Legendary Traxster
Producer: Nkenge 1x
Lead Vocals: Ye
Programmer: Ye
Piano: The Legendary Traxster
Viola: Mai Ohtani
Violin: Mai Ohtani
Percussion: Nkenge 1x
Bass Guitar: Nkenge 1x
Vocal Producer: Ye
Mixing Engineer: Johnscott Sanford
Recording Engineer: Johnscott Sanford
Mixing Engineer: Josh Schuback
Recording Engineer: Josh Schuback
Mixing Engineer: Nkenge 1x
Mastering Engineer: Nkenge 1x
Recording Engineer: Nkenge 1x
Composer: Ye
Composer: Quentin Miller
Composer: Ty Dolla $ign
Composer: Samuel Lindley
Composer: Nkenge 1x
Lyrics and translation
Original
Feet grow old with the heart and the soul.
You let it go.
You can't have your left foot tripping up.
Own it up, all the way home.
You gonna bleed me dry on the floor.
I don't wanna leave right now, slow my world.
I did mine, never once, trusted it, never once.
You can't have your left foot tripping up.
Own it up, own it up all the way home.
Write your fictions, steal your coffins. If you're talking it, well, then you better live it.
Laughing off at your reflection. If you're talking it, then you better live it.
Are you gonna bleed right now?
Out in slow.
Give me something good. I'm alone.
Using voice as a weapon, turn on you eventually.
Oh, so give it to me straight. Are you gonna bleed right now?
Highs and lows.
Making bets you can't afford.
When the truth's revealed, you'll beg for more. And I know you can't have your left foot tripping up.
Own it up, all the way home. Are you gonna leave right now?
On your own.
Just give it to me straight, give it to me straight.
Out in slow.
Trapped between what's been and what's been seen, you make it real anyway. So give it to me straight, just give it to me straight.
Highs and lows.
English translation
Feet grow old with the heart and the soul.
You let it go.
You can't have your left foot tripping up.
Own it up, all the way home.
You gonna bleed me dry on the floor.
I don't wanna leave right now, slow my world.
I did mine, never once, trusted it, never once.
You can't have your left foot tripping up.
Own it up, own it up all the way home.
Write your fictions, steal your coffins. If you're talking it, well, then you better live it.
Laughing off at your reflection. If you're talking it, then you better live it.
Are you gonna bleed right now?
Out in slow.
Give me something good. I'm alone.
Using voice as a weapon, turn on you eventually.
Oh, so give it to me straight. Are you gonna bleed right now?
Highs and lows.
Making bets you can't afford.
When the truth's revealed, you'll beg for more. And I know you can't have your left foot tripping up.
Own it up, all the way home. Are you gonna leave right now?
On your own.
Just give it to me straight, give it to me straight.
Out in slow.
Trapped between what's been and what's been seen, you make it real anyway. So give it to me straight, just give it to me straight.
Highs and lows.