Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elli Ingram
Elli Ingram
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elli Ingram
Elli Ingram
Songwriter
Mahalia
Mahalia
Songwriter
Aston Rudi
Aston Rudi
Songwriter
Badriia Ines Bourelly
Badriia Ines Bourelly
Songwriter
Felix Joseph
Felix Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aston Rudi
Aston Rudi
Producer
Felix Joseph
Felix Joseph
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm at your house
You're on the couch
I'm in the kitchen
Boy, you never listen
Ain't you tired of taking?
'Cause I'm tired of giving
My jaw is aching
[Verse 2]
Don't you know you could just pick me a rose
Share some chips and dip our toes
I don't need no fancy clothes
You could teach me how to roll
Share your bacci and your crow
I don't need no Belaire Rose
[Verse 3]
It don't mean shit
If you don't kiss my lips, babe
It don't mean shit
If you won't hold my hips, babe
All of the gold quilts and patterns
Diamonds and platters
The selfies don't matter
Our love's in a casket
Our love is a hazard
[Verse 4]
Our love's in a casket
[Verse 5]
I'm in your bed
You're in my head
I had some things to say
But you told me to drop it
Like you always do
Well, I'm just being honest
It don't take much at all
[Verse 6]
Don't you know you could just pick me a rose
Share your chips and dip our toes
I don't need no fancy clothes
You could teach me how to roll
Share your bacci and your crow
I don't need Don Julio
[Verse 7]
It don't mean shit
If you don't kiss my lips, babe
It don't mean shit
If you won't hold my hips, babe
All of the gold quilts and patterns
Diamonds and platters
The selfies don't matter
Our love's in a casket
Our love is a hazard
Written by: Aston Rudi, Badriia Ines Bourelly, Elli Ingram, Felix Joseph, Mahalia Burkmar
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