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PERFORMING ARTISTS
PnB Rock
PnB Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PnB Rock
PnB Rock
Lyrics
Jason Patterson
Jason Patterson
Songwriter
Rakim Allen
Rakim Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Remy
Remy
Producer

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Found myself reading our texts You remind me of my ex Remember times that we shared Girl, you so stuck in the past Got you retracing your steps Wondering where you fucked up at You call my phone, I doubt that Girl, you just need to relax Best one, I was the best one You thinkin' 'bout way back, you should've kept him You always questioned all of my methods I tried to hold you down, you always extra All of your girlfriends tell you I'm next up You reminiscin', it's fuckin' your head up I don't even pay you no mind Honestly, I don't even have the time And it's so sad, 'cause what we had could've been special But you couldn't stay down and you only came around When you wanted somethin' sexual or financial But I used to open up doors for you And I ain't gon' lie, I still notice you Wish you could rewind, but you had your time But you had your chance, still time for romance Found myself reading our texts You remind me of my ex Remember times that we shared Girl, you so stuck in the past Got you retracing your steps Wondering where you fucked up at You call my phone, I doubt that Girl, you just need to relax Yeah, you always tweakin' You swore up and down that I was cheatin' I swear that I rarely gave you a reason You listened to rumors, now we ain't speakin' Yeah, I gave you everything, except for wedding ring You was there before the fame And I got these racks on me now you want to be my main Remember I was down and alls you thought I would always be the same You been fuckin' on broke niggas Them lame niggas, used to be the same Imagined the one I claim, fuck it all that's the game Now I done moved on to better things Found myself reading our texts You remind me of my ex Remember times that we shared Girl, you so stuck in the past Got you retracing your steps Wondering where you fucked up at You call my phone, I doubt that Girl, you just need to relax
Writer(s): Rakim Hasheem Allen, Jason Patterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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