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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lola Brooke
Lola Brooke
Vocals
Sharif Slater
Sharif Slater
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shyniece Thomas
Shyniece Thomas
Songwriter
Michael Pyle
Michael Pyle
Songwriter
Oritseniraro Bemigho-Amorighoye
Oritseniraro Bemigho-Amorighoye
Songwriter
Sharif Slater
Sharif Slater
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ob1 Music
Ob1 Music
Producer
Sonny Carson
Sonny Carson
Recording Engineer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
Eugene Sims
Eugene Sims
Executive Producer
Johnny Bravo
Johnny Bravo
Producer
Sharif Slater
Sharif Slater
Producer

Lyrics

She's got them pockets, those hips, and I swear that Pray, "God, don't let her get to me" I can't beg her, them please me persuaded But she does and catch you up I'm out my mind You got my heart and lift me high You got me stuck, she's got a place in my heart But right now it's vacant, I know she's not far from me Heart vacant, account vacant And I been chasing with nothing in my savings (damn) It got me thinking this nigga ain't changing (huh) 'Cause he don't ever chip in on the bills that I'm facing (never) Cousin just called out from prison And when I ain't got it, sometimes I spin him (my bad) We ain't never talk about it, but I stuck around it 'Til this day, I still beat myself up about it I ain't never care about my birthday (never did) But my friends' birthdays was the worst days (was the worst) And I ain't really have it, I was broke the worst way (worst part) For some reason, I feel my guilt in my gut on Thursdays (that's why) I got family out in 'Bama, I was taught to have manners I was heartbroken when my mother moved to Atlanta Lifestyle different, it's surrounded by cameras So who am I to live my dreams and not let her? I miss you She's got them pockets, those hips, and I swear that Pray, "God, don't let her get to me" I can't beg her, them please me persuaded But she does and catch you up I'm out my mind, you got my heart and lift me high You got me stuck, she's got a place in my heart But right now it's vacant, I know she's not far from me I was told I wear the fame well (well), and wear my chains well (I do) I was raised a different way to wear the pain well (trenches) I was told that Lola Brooke could never gain sales (haha) It could never be that bad 'cause it ain't hell I always hands on, I was trained to be a monster New crib, haven't even use the dishwasher (haha) Caught off guard, and from now on I gotta watch 'em (I gotta watch them) If the dick ain't proper, he can't stop her I can't promise you what my mind can't trust (run through my mind too much) Who can I run to? Run through my mind too much (run through my mind too much) Looking through my phone, won't find too much (won't find too much) When I broke bread, I came in clutch (I did) Scared to say I need you, even when you bleed too Leave it on the table, in fact, I don't need you I was caught up into playing it safe (playing it safe) The boss pay the cost, so I pay for the mistakes (back to business) She's got them pockets, those hips, and I swear that Pray, "God, don't let her get to me" I can't beg her, them please me persuaded But she does and catch you up I'm out my mind, you got my heart and lift me high You got me stuck, she's got a place in my heart But right now it's vacant, I know she's not far from me I'm out my mind You got my heart and lift me high You got me stuck
Writer(s): Sharif Slater, Shyniece Thomas, Michael Pyle, Oritseniraro Bemigho Amorighoye Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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