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PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
SAINt JHN
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos St. John Phillips
Carlos St. John Phillips
Songwriter
Lee Stashenko
Lee Stashenko
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Christopher N’quay Rosser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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f a l l e n
Producer
Quay Global
Quay Global
Producer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Cook that shit up Quay Told Lee he'd be a millionaire I'm eatin' large outside where the dealer is I'm in the seat on the plane where the winners is She ain't believe in love, just the benefits I'm in the future, really I ain't tryna reminisce Don't say you love me when you're only for percentages Don't say you love me 'less you finish all my sentences I'm only tellin' you my pain and my blemishes Don't say you ridin' unless you ready to know my enemies I might change, but my nigga, I don't Truth is, a nigga don't love, so why front? In low lights, a nigga's gotta live the nights young He gotta try some' You gotta love somebody more than yourself, my love Even if you need a little help, my love Chanel black dresses for the stealth, my love Feels so natural, never felt my love It's toxic love and I don't know nobody else Saved you a spot on the highway to Hell You a whole movie, a whole fuckin' film Sorta kinda like it, but I'm lyin' Man, I'm sick of fallin' in love I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of fuckin' it up Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love Done with my emotions Every time I open my eyes You're the first thing I see (I'm done with her emotions) Wherever you at is the first place I wanna be I been a rockstar, yeah (Hello?) Foreign cars, I got too many foreign broads, yeah (Yeah) Too much money, no, I done barely talk, yeah (Nah) I don't mess up my shoes, I done barely walk, yeah (At all) Inside is all red (All red), outside is so white though Whip it up instead ('Stead), movin' all that white dope I ain't talkin' 'bout the drugs, I'm talkin' 'bout the love My pockets full of Crips, my pink diamonds they look like Bloods Uh, now how could I focus? Man, I'm sick of fallin' in love I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of fuckin' it up Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love Done with my emotions We came too close to the edge now We almost died last night This champagne laced in regret now, I relapse every time Your heart too hard to protect now, it hurts to watch you cry My feelings mixed up right now
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Chris Rosser, Lee Stashenko, Carlos St John Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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