Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noname
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Neil
Songwriter
Fatimah Warner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Neil
Producer
Luke Sangerman
Producer
Brian Sanborn
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Me so happy now
Me so Mississippi
Kiss me till I drown
Everybody think they know me
Don't nobody really know me
[Verse 2]
Here I am a little ways so now empty
Everything we ever was was empty
Empty fuckin' 'cause I, I know I'm your bitch
But you're my bitch too
Makin' money, little T-M
DM your résumé to industries
Sympathy held you down
Don't, don't, we love you
Ain't nobody around
Ask away like I'm empty
Empathy was empathy only when you was into me
Kiss me back to save your happy, happy
This song ain't even about you, Daffy duck
Laffy Taffy, ducky, ducky, fuck you all round
Fuck me on the ground
Fuck me in the bed too
Skip, love me with your eyes closed, cigarette, cruise ship
[Verse 3]
This song ain't even about you Daffy Duck
This song gon' make me go fuck your daddy
This song the reason I be claimin' 'fore I sell 'em the addy
But if I could remedy for nothin', this me frenchin' a tatty
[Verse 4]
Uh, me so happy now
Me so Mississippi
Kiss me till I drown
Everybody think they know me
Don't nobody really know me
Me so happy now
Me so Mississippi
Kiss me till I drown
Everybody think they know me
Don't nobody really know me
[Verse 5]
Quit lookin' out the window
Go find yourself
Yeah
Come get your bag with your kinfolk
Don't doubt your wealth
Quit lookin' out the window
Go find yourself
Yeah
Come get your bag with your kinfolk
Don't doubt your wealth
Oh
[Verse 6]
I know you never love me but I fucked you anyway
I guess some bitch like to gamble
I guess some bitch like to lonely
Who ****? no me, me, God atone me
Ooh, I'm really feeling like I made this bitch
I know that's my ego
I know I'm just empty, the sentiment for the people
The sacrifice for my hoes, I'm gonna rob the church for the steeple
I bought you five game tickets, made my pussy the sequel
So you really don't think about me?
You really don't miss me?
Though I lullaby your brokenness, believe me, I'm Ripley
But you strugglin' to love yourself
Believe me, that's karma
You want a nasty bitch, psychiatrist that cook like your mama
And all you got was me and me, me
But I love you even though we're not meant to be
I still love you, I hope you find everything that you want
And she loves you
Everything is everything, just know that I love you
[Verse 7]
Quit lookin' out the window
Go find yourself
Yeah
Come get your bag with your kinfolk
Don't doubt your wealth
Quit lookin' out the window
Go find yourself
Yeah
Come get your bag with your kinfolk
Written by: Brian Matthew Sanborn, Fatimah Warner, Luke Sangerman, Michael Neil
