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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triple One
Triple One
Performer
Kwamé
Kwamé
Performer
Conor Grealish
Conor Grealish
Rap
Dominic Kim
Dominic Kim
Lead Vocals
Martin Guilfoyle
Martin Guilfoyle
Rap
Rich Amevor
Rich Amevor
Rap
William Gunns
William Gunns
Sampler
Matthew Corby
Matthew Corby
Background Vocals
Billy Ward
Billy Ward
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Grealish
Conor Grealish
Songwriter
Dominic Kim
Dominic Kim
Songwriter
Martin Guilfoyle
Martin Guilfoyle
Songwriter
Rich Amevor
Rich Amevor
Songwriter
Vincent Goodyer
Vincent Goodyer
Songwriter
William Gunns
William Gunns
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Gunns
Billy Gunns
Producer
18YOMAN
18YOMAN
Producer

Songtexte

Yeah Yeah, yeah She tryna kick it with my best friend He only calls her on a Friday I swear I call her 'til the world end She only loves me when I'm dreamin' I know you're broke and need your bills paid But that's some shit we'd probably all say But she still fuckin' with my best friend God I wish it was that easy, yeah, yeah She taste like lemonade, but I've never sipped it She sound like serenades, but I've never listened She feel like velvet sheets, all I got is blisters She come over sometimes but she ain't my business Plant these secrets, I'm prophesising my misdemeanours Feelin' choked inside but I don't know if she can see it You see my kicks are gettin' cleaner And my drinks are gettin' cheaper They almost free 'cause people lie, they don't want either It's safe to say We just some needles in a stack of hay I'm always losing ways And staying down and blue for days Wished she hit me up And pulled me out of this fucking haze But this is purgatory She ain't say a word to me He was walking J's when he jaywalked Tryna grab some papes from the corner store She was off her face by the payphone I know that she She tryna kick it with my best friend He only calls her on a Friday I swear I call her 'til the world end She only loves me when I'm dreamin' I know your broke and need your bills paid But that's some shit we'd probably all say But she still fuckin' with my best friend God I wish it was that easy Make them plans and they fall out TV dinners no ball out Cataracts I went all out You a foe not a light house She pullin' up I stay vacant She want L and T no Bacon I speak the truth that's blatant Get operated no patients I can't, stay out of trouble I smuggle liquor in bubble tea So orthodontist the donnest man when I shift the teeth A handyman but a man is what he struggles to be And stay relapsing, no relaxing for a boy like me I know you really got it like c note (so easy) You live inside my mind depot (so easy) The dark follows my ego (so easy) They follow me, follow me home And I've seen your call You leave me wantin' No taste, no law Lay it down on me Lay it down on me She tryna kick it with my best friend He only calls her on a Friday I swear I call her til the world end She only loves me when I'm dreaming I know your broke and need your bills paid But that's some shit we'd probably all say But she still fuckin' with my best friend God I wish it was that easy Fell in love with shawty 'til I seen she fuck with Marty, damn She said things were different til I seen her eat with Conor, man Went to split the bill then realised that she had left with Bill I heard she slept with Dom but now she waking up in Quakers Hill
Writer(s): Vincent Goodyer, Rich Amevor, Dominic Kim, Conor Grealish, William Gunns, Martin Guilfoyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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