Top Songs By Naya Ali
What I Wouldn't Do / North Star Calling (feat. 2Frères, Adria Kain, Alessia Cara, Ashley Sienna, BabyGirl, Billy Raffoul, BLUE WILL, Boslen, BRYN, Crash Adams, Dominique Fils-Aimé, Donovan Woods, Fefe Dobson, Gracie Ella, GRAE, Haviah Mighty, Izzy-S, Jade LeMac, Jamie Fine, Jeanick Fournier, JESSIA, Johnny Orlando, Jon Vinyl, Jonathan Roy, JP Saxe, Jully Black, Katherine Li, Leela Gilday, Lilyisthatyou, LOKRE, LOONY, MacKenzie Porter, Marie-Mai, memyself&vi, NAYA ALI, Nicolina, Preston Pablo, Ralph, Rêve, Roy Woods, Ryland James, Sacha, Sarah McLachlan, Serena Ryder, Shawn Desman, Shawnee Kish, Stereos, Tafari Anthony, TALK, The Reklaws, Tobi, Tyler Shaw, Wild Rivers, Zach Zoya, 4Korners, Favvkes & Sahara)Feel Out Loud
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Naya Ali
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Wide
Composer
Sara Ali
Songwriter
Adrian Eccleston
Songwriter
Naya Ali
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naya Ali
Co-Producer
Mixed by GEE
Mixing Engineer
Mariane Vaillancourt
Graphic Design
Gary Wide
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Somedays need the heavy storms
I'm just saying (I'm just sayin')
Sometimes need the heavy storms
To find strength inside your roots
In my city like a tourist in some strange environments
I'm a homebody I don't like these nobodies
No I don't
No hobbies always on the job
Going all out
Love it when they count me out
But I come from the fuckin Nile
I've walked through snakes and crocodiles
This DNA is not for style
We came up from the open fire
Real niggas they can never die
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody
Unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money
No hobbies
Always on the road
Hardly
Any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove
Take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist
Hit it or miss
Takin the risk
Cut off a bitch
Caught me a lick
Flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back
Get off of my bag
I'm in my golden state like curry nigga
Load the clip I pull that trigger
Fuck around make you meet the reaper
Slow clap from them late night sleepers
These niggas are wack
Bitches are trash
Lappin' these hoes when I'm running the track
Came from the East reppin' the North
Clown, in my comments stay makin' me laugh
More money in no money out
Pray to the lord when I'm feeling the doubt
Blood on my shoes
No hobbies always on the job
Going all out
Love it when they count me out
But I come from the fuckin Nile
I've walked through snakes and crocodiles
This DNA is not for style
We came up from the open fire
Real niggas they can never die
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody
Unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money
No hobbies
Always on the road
Hardly
Any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove
Take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist
Hit it or miss
Takin the risk
Cut off a bitch
Caught me a lick
Flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back
Get off of my bag
Macro patience
Micro urgency
In God we trust
Just wait and see
And bitch I'm blessed from A to Z
But you ain't walking in my feet
So you ain't knowing where I've been
I'm a sinner I'm a saint
I'm a hero I'm a villain
I'm a seed they done
Buried in the earth
See me rise from the dirt
From the lies I deter
And no I'm not from this world
I'm praying for my enemies
I work to be a better me
They know not what they do to me
Forgive them but they dead to me
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody
Unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money
No hobbies
Always on the road
Hardly
Any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove
Take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist
Hit it or miss
Takin the risk
Cut off a bitch
Caught me a lick
Flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back
Get off of my bag
Writer(s): Adrian Eccleston, Gary Wide, Sara Ali
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