Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
iann dior
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ivory Scott
Paroles/Composition
Kim Candilora
Paroles/Composition
Henry Nichols
Paroles/Composition
Cody Rounds
Paroles/Composition
Michael Olmo
Paroles/Composition
Jabrielle Brooks
Paroles/Composition
Maxwell James Nichols
Paroles/Composition
Omer Fedi
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Henry Nichols
Production
Omer Fedi
Production
Alex Romero
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Edgard N. Herrera
Ingénierie de mixage
Maxwell James Nichols
Production
JRHitmaker
Production
KC Supreme
Production
Pharaoh Vice
Production
Cxdy
Production
Omar
Production
Paroles
Never is enough
Thinkin' 'bout the things I've done, blunt smoke in my lungs
I get fucked up
Go ahead and fill my cup 'cause I don't wanna feel your touch
Never is enough
Thinkin' 'bout the things I've done, blunt smoke in my lungs
I get fucked up
Go ahead and fill my cup 'cause I don't wanna feel your touch
Why we gotta fall out?
I don't want to fight, all I wanna do is ball out
Think you know it all now
That was back then, still waiting on my call now
Baby, I want it
I'm addicted to lovin'
You want me to choose, ah
But I won't never choose ya
Baby, I want it
I'm addicted to lovin'
You want me to choose, ah
But I won't never choose ya
Never is enough
Thinkin' 'bout the things I've done, blunt smoke in my lungs
I get fucked up
Go ahead and fill my cup 'cause I don't wanna feel your touch
Never is enough
Thinkin' 'bout the things I've done, blunt smoke in my lungs
I get fucked up
Go ahead and fill my cup 'cause I don't wanna feel your touch
Never is enough
Thinkin' 'bout the things I've done, blunt smoke in my lungs
I get fucked up
Go ahead and fill my cup 'cause I don't wanna feel your touch
Never is enough
Thinkin' 'bout the things I've done, blunt smoke in my lungs
I get fucked up
Go ahead and fill my cup 'cause I don't wanna feel your touch
Never is enough
Thinkin' 'bout the things I've done, blunt smoke in my lungs
I get fucked up
Go ahead and fill my cup 'cause I don't wanna feel your touch
Never is enough
Thinkin' 'bout the things I've done, blunt smoke in my lungs
I get fucked up
Go ahead and fill my cup 'cause I don't wanna feel your touch
Can you feel my love?
I want your trust
Oh, oh, o
Writer(s): Michael Olmo, Kim Candilora Ii, Ivory Curtis Iii Scott, Maxwell James Nichols, Omer Fedi, Golden Landis Von Jones, Jabrielle Rael Brooks, Cody H. Rounds, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Henry Lother Nichols
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