Video musicale
Video musicale
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
RAY BLK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RAY BLK
Composer
Nana Rogues
Composer
Antoine Norwood
Composer
Vanessa Mahi
Composer
Christopher Layton
Composer
Lei Jennings
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nana Rogues
Producer
ADP
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Testi
[Verse 1]
You'll regret the day that you left me
This'll be the last time, you told me the last time
You was done bringing home stress to me
Ain't nothing to talk about, I'm talking now
Trying not to curse you out, I'm walking, yeah
[Verse 2]
I might pull up in something vicious
Remind you of just what you missing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Make you so sick, might need prescription
My wrist glow cost me double digits
Woke up a fucking villain
[Verse 3]
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice cold
I just froze up my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole
God rest your soul
Love him then
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice cold
I just
[Verse 4]
I buy my own things, I set you free
Sold me all those dreams then you slept on me
Now it's nightmare scenes, all these racks on me
I know it's killing you
[Verse 5]
I might pull up in something vicious
Remind you of just what you missing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Make you so sick, might need prescription
My wrist glow cost me double digits
Woke up a fucking villain
[Verse 6]
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice cold
I just froze up my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole
God rest your soul
Love him then
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice cold, I just
[Verse 7]
LOL, I'm laughin' when he leavin' me
Feeling like Rihanna cah you needed me
My new ting sitting to the left of me
Fucking on your friend and he a prodigy
Ah, I might put you on the benches
Ah, let a big baller come get this
Ah, I might put you in the trenches
Ah, I might
Balenciaga with the fit
Pull up foreign with the whip
Catch you slippin' with your bitch
Hop out, skrrt and push her wig
Hope she packing on her hip
They ain't fucking with the kid
If you play me, don't forget
I ain't Jesus, don't forgive
I might pull up with a stick
I might just, I might just, I might just
[Verse 8]
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice cold
I just froze up my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole
God rest your soul
Love him then
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice cold, I just
[Verse 9]
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice cold
I just froze up my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole
God rest your soul
Love him then
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice cold, I just
Written by: Rita Ekwere, Nana Rogues, Antoine Norwood
