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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Sam Smith
Sam Smith
Songwriter
Mikkel S. Eriksen
Mikkel S. Eriksen
Songwriter
Tor Erik Hermansen
Tor Erik Hermansen
Songwriter
James Napier
James Napier
Songwriter
Evgeny Ermakov
Evgeny Ermakov
Songwriter
Antonio Ramos
Antonio Ramos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TntXD
TntXD
Producer
Colorado
Colorado
Producer
Trillgotjuice
Trillgotjuice
Producer

Lyrics

Have you ever felt like being somebody else? (Somebody) Feeling like the mirror isn't good for your health? (Pipe that shit up, TnT) every day, I'm trying not to hate myself Tryin' not to-, tryin' not to-, you know, hate Hate what I been through changed me, know what I'm sayin'? (Colorado run for mil) (Trill got the juice, nigga) Just a little bit, love me more Just a little bit, love me more Oh, no, love me more Just a little bit, love me more Have you ever felt like being somebody else? Youngin', uh, uh, youngin' (and it break my heart) Feeling like the mirror isn't good for your health? (And it broke my heart, and it breaks my heart) look, look I got stabbed in my back and crossed so many times I don't know who to trust, think everybody lyin' (lyin') I be finna give up, 'cause I'm so tired of tryin' (tryin') Crawl under a rock, and isolate my mind (mind) I don't want no broke friends 'cause I'm larger than a bitch (larger) Don't want no rap friends, 'cause they be flawer than a bitch My old friends changing, seen it in HD (in HD) If you a fake-flawed fuck nigga then what that make me, huh? (Make me) 'Cause I was cool with you, nigga Broke in houses, skipped school with you, nigga Stood on the block and broke the rules with you, nigga The whole time you was foolin' me, nigga (foolin' me now) Who would've knew the price we paid for platinum plaques? This fortune and this fame got strings attached (strings attached) People get to actin' weird when fame attached (fame attached) Come around and live they life with my name attached (oh-whoa-oh) I said, "Girl, where you going?" (Where you going, love?) "You can't stay a little while longer?" (Why you going, love?) The real from the fake and the fake from the flawed (and the fake-) Gettin' harder to tell 'em apart (apart) And it breaks my heart (my heart), and it breaks my heart (it really breaks my heart) And it breaks my heart (it really breaks my heart), and it breaks my heart (it really breaks my heart) You really broke my heart, I-, why you break my heart? (You break my heart) Break my heart (you break my heart), yeah, it broke my heart, and it breaks my heart (break my heart) Yeah, yeah What's up fam', that's how you feel family? (Oh, whoa) Real from the fake, and the fake from the flawed, harder to tell them apart (ayy, the world gon' hear this) And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart (ayy, can you hear me? Is this shit going? Is this mic on?) Nigga real is rare, just know Every day, I'm trying not to hate myself But lately, it's not hurtin' like it did before Just a little bit, love me more Just a little bit, love me more Oh, no, love me more Just a little bit, love me more
Writer(s): Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, James John Napier, Samuel Frederick Smith, Rodarius M Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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