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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Justin Garner
Justin Garner
Songwriter
Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood
Leon "Roccstar" Youngblood
Songwriter
Jocelyn A. Donald
Jocelyn A. Donald
Songwriter
Jabari Alaji-Sharif
Jabari Alaji-Sharif
Songwriter
Myjah Veira
Myjah Veira
Songwriter
Rowan Dublin
Rowan Dublin
Songwriter
Niyah Collins
Niyah Collins
Songwriter
Xeryus L. Gittens
Xeryus L. Gittens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ivan Jimenez
Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Engineer
Ben Milchev
Ben Milchev
Co-Producer
J-Bo
J-Bo
Producer
Xeryus L. Gittens
Xeryus L. Gittens
Co-Producer

Songtexte

Ooh, woah Tired of the conversations, questions 'bout me Every time I leave the house, when I'm in or when I'm out Girlfriend say I treat you foul but I don't know At the end of the day, you know yourself And I'm tired of the times when you run your mouth Time's only running out, baby, you made me take a vow Stop your whining, and sum it up, what are we now? At the end of the day, you know yourself Can't hear when you're talking loud Oh, you do the most, this shit's getting old, we both said enough Went through this more than once, but my GPS broke Don't know where to go Every time I'm lost and found Yeah, this is not the lost and found Whose time are you wasting now? 'Cause every time I'm lost and found, yeah Oh, tell me who's losing out 'Cause you say it's the end and playing games again I found (I found) Playing games again, I found, yeah Playing games again, I found yeah Baby, you were the one that I could trust the most Used to think you were beautiful 'Til you would drink too many toasts, what would your mama say if Girl, you're drunk out your mind, oh my God, get to praying Taking brandy with the wine, rude awakening Lord don't save her, she think she a big girl Think she gon' draft all the players, think she gon' be ballin', yeah But no, no, no, no, I done worked too hard for these cars and this cash no, no, no, no Selling your soul, might as well be selling your ass, no, no, no Stop kidding, girl, you know yourself Every time I'm lost and found Yeah, this is not the lost and found Whose time are you wasting now? 'Cause every time I'm lost and found, yeah Oh, tell me who's losing out 'Cause you say it's the end and playing games again, I found I don't know why you keep fuckin' with niggas That really don't be in the streets Always actin' hard like they murderers Tell them niggas just run into me This ain't the lost and found, girl, you're out of bounds It take a lot of money to make her booty bounce If you takin' shots, better make it count And girl, don't do nothing for free I see that shawty want her money bad She fuckin' all over the internet Dollars, where the money at? Fuck around and run it up for a sack Stealin' weed up out my duffle bag Only the birds take the whole bag Baby girl, don't try and go there You already know that Every time I'm lost and found, yeah (oh, oh, oh, every time) This is not the lost and found (yeah) Whose time are you wasting now? 'Cause every time I'm lost and found Oh, up and down, back and forth, all around Oh, tell me who's really losing out, yeah 'Cause you say it's the end and playing games again, I found Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, this is not the lost and found Whose time are you wasting now? Yeah
Writer(s): Christopher Brown, Leon Derrick Youngblood, Justin Garner, Jocelyn Donald, Jabari Lameen Amir Alaji Sharif, Myjah Veira, Rowan Dublin, Niyah Collins, Xeryus Lamar Gittens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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