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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
SAINt JHN
Chant
Lil Uzi Vert
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Carlos St. John Phillips
Paroles/Composition
Lee Stashenko
Paroles/Composition
Symere Woods
Paroles/Composition
Christopher N’quay Rosser
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
f a l l e n
Production
Quay Global
Production
Erik Madrid
Ingénierie de mixage
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Cook that shit up Quay
Told Lee he'd be a millionaire
I'm eatin' large outside where the dealer is
I'm in the seat on the plane where the winners is
She ain't believe in love, just the benefits
I'm in the future, really I ain't tryna reminisce
Don't say you love me when you're only for percentages
Don't say you love me 'less you finish all my sentences
I'm only tellin' you my pain and my blemishes
Don't say you ridin' unless you ready to know my enemies
I might change, but my nigga, I don't
Truth is, a nigga don't love, so why front?
In low lights, a nigga's gotta live the nights young
He gotta try some'
You gotta love somebody more than yourself, my love
Even if you need a little help, my love
Chanel black dresses for the stealth, my love
Feels so natural, never felt my love
It's toxic love and I don't know nobody else
Saved you a spot on the highway to Hell
You a whole movie, a whole fuckin' film
Sorta kinda like it, but I'm lyin'
Man, I'm sick of fallin' in love
I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of fuckin' it up
Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love
I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love
Done with my emotions
Every time I open my eyes
You're the first thing I see (I'm done with her emotions)
Wherever you at is the first place I wanna be
I been a rockstar, yeah (Hello?)
Foreign cars, I got too many foreign broads, yeah (Yeah)
Too much money, no, I done barely talk, yeah (Nah)
I don't mess up my shoes, I done barely walk, yeah (At all)
Inside is all red (All red), outside is so white though
Whip it up instead ('Stead), movin' all that white dope
I ain't talkin' 'bout the drugs, I'm talkin' 'bout the love
My pockets full of Crips, my pink diamonds they look like Bloods
Uh, now how could I focus?
Man, I'm sick of fallin' in love
I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of fuckin' it up
Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love
I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love
Done with my emotions
We came too close to the edge now
We almost died last night
This champagne laced in regret now, I relapse every time
Your heart too hard to protect now, it hurts to watch you cry
My feelings mixed up right now
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Chris Rosser, Lee Stashenko, Carlos St John
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