Créditos

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Oneil Carter
Oneil Carter
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Carter Ace
Carter Ace
Producción
Matty Gregg
Matty Gregg
Producción
Jason Ayala
Jason Ayala
Producción

Letra

Brit chick's lips' chapped, now she on this chap's dick
Bliss text when she text right away
Vacay, but she call it "holiday", oof
Keep the bar high, ball high, like I'm swinging Callaway
Salivate when she hearing Carter's name
No breaks, Saturday to Saturday, oof
Okay, okay, okay
Why do I roam this town so ill-advised? (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, ooh)
I let a sigh out and palms to my eyes (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, ooh)
I'm fighting the shame, the trauma's in the way
The data still remains, the clouds are taking shape
There's lightning, thunder, rain
There's a war in my yard
Is it wrong if I dip from the start? (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, ooh)
Had a love for you, since now it's gone
Kinda love that regrets what I've done (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, ooh)
Is it wrong if I dip from the start? (Start, start, start)
Okay, okay, okay (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, ooh)
Okay, okay (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Ayy (Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, ooh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Written by: Oneil Carter
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