Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seventhirtyatmorning
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tariq Henry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
whylunar
Producer
Gibson Preacher
Engineer
Songtexte
(Uh, woah-woah-woah-woah)
(Shit, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Uh, you been schemin', I can't trip (I can't)
I been schemin' all my time, I hate these feelings I done hid (Done hid)
I can't sign up all my time to you, nah, what would I do that for? (Why?)
I been feeling real inclined to get away from here, for sure
They wanna find your name, that's easy, like okay, that's basic lore
When I think of you right now, you like a crusty scab a sore
You gon' hurt me, but I pick you anyway, I can't avoid it
Your lil' attitude fuck my whole day up, like what for? (Like why?)
You control too much of me, shit
I fuck with with narcotics, sometimes I wake up just geeked (Just geeked)
Yeah, I don't even eat, just geek (Woah)
Foreign ho on my leash, she gon' pull up with four pints of lean (Yeah)
I don't even ask (I don't)
You can get high however you get, as long as you keep it going fast (Keep it coming fast)
I been balling hard on my pill, I never get burnt out, I last (I last)
Turn up a whole moshpit, he gon' hit it, like give him a clip of fire, you guess
I need M's, I need 8 digits, pints, all weed, just one match
I need your lil' heart in my lil' pocket or I might just crash
I was feeling real hopeless (Yeah)
I was down bad on my dick and realized no one gives a shit
Crush a pink 10 in my Tris, tell that bitch to see the door (Yeah)
Time to geek up by myself, I don't feel like dealing with the whore
I don't need that ho beside me, she don't do much to support (No)
Tell you with a grain of trust, damn
Bitch, they gon' talk down on you, but it ain't louder than this choppa sing, yeah (Brrrrr)
I just wanna sip my tea, bitches tryna rate, love me (Woah)
30 on the Glock like tree, burnt a wood with your ho, at 3 (Yeah)
Uh, you been schemin', I can't trip (I can't)
I been schemin' all my time, I hate these feelings I done hid (In here)
I had sign up all my time to you, nah, would I do that for? (Would I do that for?)
I been feeling real inclined to get away from here, for sure (For sure)
They wanna find your name, that's easy, like okay, that's basic lore
When I think of you right now, you like a crusty scab a sore
You gon' hurt me, but I pick you anyway, I can't avoid it
Your lil' attitude fuck my whole day up, like what for? (Nah-nah-nah)
Written by: Tariq Henry