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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Vocals
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Keyboards
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Songwriter
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Composer
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Additional Producer
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Additional Producer
Eminem
Eminem
Producer
Joe Strange
Joe Strange
Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer

Letras

(It's still heart breaking) (Money cannot even do it, shit, uh) Uh, you used to be so cool What the fuck happened to you? Look at what all this rapping and money-stacking will do I could've been stuck out in 'Bama, had I not flew the coop And my babies would suffer Christmas 'cause Santa ain't got no loot Uh, money ain't the issue, you say, that's funny now 'Cause money's all I could give you to shut your motherfucking mouth Here, take 20 grand and buy yourself a lawyer Shit, here's a whip so my kids ain't Gotta walk to the store for ya, fuck Momma told me I should keep it real My record ain't selling, momma I'm trying hard enough to keep a deal Meanwhile I'm throwing paper down into an empty pit I got a business I'm trying to run, man, fuck this bitch I should've seen it coming, she never pulled away I'm carrying her like an elephant on a dinner plate You gassed 'em, Yelawolf, you better pump your fucking brakes, asshole You got the nerve to wanna talk about Heartbreak, hell no (oh, oh) Baby, I've been around You know I've been around and I can't pretend To love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out 'cause I can't be friends With a friend like you tryna hold me down You got some nerve to be mad at me for, fuck, anything What have I done besides give you what I could not afford? The kids are happy 'cause they really don't know anything If they only knew what toys that their momma could afford The vacation they could be taking when daddy's on tour Wait, you are on vacation, that's what this shit is for I get it, I'm like the fountain of youth You're in the bed with your boo And you two are sipping Courvoisier, true? This song ain't no diss, it's a living proof Skit of skin and tooth, the witch in you Bit, left me with cracked roofs I ain't done, bitch, put this shit in loo Here's a melody so it sticks in your head like your tracks do, ooh You wanna walk around like it's all good 'Cause I'm the golden ticket to get out of the hood You better hope somebody cares more than I do 'Cause my will don't include you You wanna talk about heartbreak (oh, oh) Baby, I've been around You know I've been around and I can't pretend To love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out 'cause I can't be friends With a friend like you tryna hold me down (oh-oh-oh) There ain't no fucking way I'mma let you take this hard-earned money bitch, no And I can't pretend To love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out 'cause I can't be friends With a friend like you tryna hold me down Oh wait a minute, let me drop the shit I made up There'll always be a special place For you in My bank account You fucking bitch (oh) Wanna talk about heartbreak (oh, no) Baby, I've been around You know I've been around and I can't pretend To love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out 'cause I can't be friends With a friend like you tryna hold me down (oh-oh-oh) There ain't no fucking way I'mma let you take this hard-earned money bitch, no And I can't pretend To love you right now So you can go cry your heart out until you drown Hope you can swim it out 'cause I can't be friends With a friend like you tryna hold me down
Writer(s): Mike Elizondo, Mark Christopher Batson, Marshall Mathers, Michael Wayne Atha Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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