Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Makaila K. Bing
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Makaila K. Bing
Executive Producer
Lyrics
Got to admit it
You're just a distraction
Throwing away all my love
Bae you're trashing
Thinking our memories are plastic
And all we had was fake
Brand new Forgiatos
Sitting up under the coupe
Surrounded by all of these problems
But I ain't thinking bout nothing but you
All of the questions you asking
When I ain't speaking of nothing but truth
It's the way that I'm getting the cash in
I ain't getting in nothing but blue
Brand new Forgiatos
Sitting up under the Benz
You only knowing I got you
You throwing our love in the wind
Why are doing this to me? You're bad
You act like we never was friends
Living my life playing the past
Over and over again
Yeah
Take my heart like it don't mean nothing
And you leave me left
And just keep on running
Five AM and I'm in my feels
On every song I'm trauma dumping
Tell you, I swear that I'm tired
Say I'm entitled
Cause I confide in you
Clearly I see that you faking
But what's behind it?
You only hide the truth
Matter of fact you can leave me alone
Cause I feel it is now
I don't need you at all
See how you act?
Why you hitting my phone?
I'm busy right now, I ain't seen your call
Back when I could've went crazy
You could've saved me
I didn't matter to you
Feel it is you kinda shady
Calling me baby
Now that I'm having the blue
Way that these diamonds is hitting off me
You can see that I'm really a superstar
Saying I feel that I'm sick of the coupe
And you fear I might push in a newer car
Might just switch up out the old whip
Don't even care if you notice
Swearing to God you know everything
Cause I was keeping you closest
You see the dollas, I'm gettin' it in
It's something bout it
That make me feel special
**** is down wanna get ahead you
Feel that you only materialistic
When I was lonely you ain't see the difference
Loving me without evidence
Lonely with the dividends
Rather count it by myself
Remember when I didn't have it
Remember when nobody helped
I can see your love is plastic
You thought that I could never tell
Narcissistic playing with my mind
For the foolishness I only fell
Now I'm sitting in a Benz
Count it up I might as well
I swear
You're just a distraction
Throwing away all my love
Bae you're trashing
Thinking our memories are plastic
And all we had was fake
Brand new Forgiatos
Sitting up under the coupe
Surrounded by all of these problems
But I ain't thinking bout nothing but you
All of the questions you asking
When I ain't speaking of nothing but truth
It's the way that I'm getting the cash in
I ain't getting in nothing but blue
Brand new Forgiatos
Sitting up under the Benz
You only knowing I got you
You throwing our love in the wind
Why are doing this to me? You're bad
You act like we never was friends
Living my life playing the past
Over and over again
Yeah
Written by: Makaila K. Bing

