Video musicale

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bloodcat
Bloodcat
Songwriter
Busby999
Busby999
Songwriter
Matte Roxx!
Matte Roxx!
Songwriter
Kene Ekwunife
Kene Ekwunife
Songwriter
Kevin Lema
Kevin Lema
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Busby999
Busby999
Engineer
Matte Roxx!
Matte Roxx!
Engineer
hieloways
hieloways
Producer

Testi

She said i dont ever wanna see your face again, But then the world we made comes racin' it, And the world gon' take what makes sense, And pay you with a fake life, I know we'll make the same mistakes again, When the mess we made comes racin' in, But the best three days gonna drown out, Everything we break tonight, She said i dont ever wanna see your face again, But then the world we made comes racin' it, And the world gon' take what makes sense, And pay you with a fake life, I know we'll make the same mistakes again, When the mess we made comes racin' in, But the best three days gonna drown out, Everything we break tonight, Okay, Okay, You don't gotta miss me, You dont wanna see me but you still gon' kiss me if you do, She slide on my stick she a pixie, Gemstones same color as a Rice Krispie, Whoo, Whoo, you gotta stay focused, In the coupe making it fly just like Lotus, Pushin' horsepower in this bitch like Trojan, Put diamonds, on the Pisces, putting pressure on the P.O.T.U.S, Yuh, Superstar baby, Shorty same color as a peach iced tea, Hopped off the jet she tried to stand by me, She in the door for the D like G, (Woof, woof, woof) No hissy I put the pressure, Won't stop pressin me, Girls filled with melonin standing on each side of me, Standing on top we looking down like a UAV, You ever threw 10k off of a mezzanine?, She said i dont ever wanna see your face again, But then the world we made comes racin' it, And the world gon' take what makes sense, And pay you with a fake life, I know we'll make the same mistakes again, When the mess we made comes racin' in, But the best three days gonna drown out, Everything we break tonight, Everything we break tonight, Party from the sunset 'til the sunrise, Make your bed rock 'til we see the sunshine, Poured a four in the sprite sip it over ice, Ah, 'cause I'm too, hot, You can't match me or my style I got a lot, Now I'm smokin' banbu, Sippin' on private stock, And all respect to Biggie, I just had to pull a Pac, Ah, Yeah, What! (what?!), Went off the grid, Yeah my bitch too emo she got slits on her wrist, But I don't care I love my shawty just how she is, I'm only 19 but I still got some kids, (wait what?), Some of these boys my sons, Where in the fuck do you think I'm from?, They can't match us, We the top music & fashion, Some of these boys my sons, Where in the fuck do you think I'm from?, Some of these boys my sons, Where in the fuck do you think I'm from?, Some of these boys my sons, Where in the fuck do you think I'm from?, They can't match us, We the top music & fashion, Step down out of the front line, Wipe my tears and sit on the sidelines, I watch you grow as I hate my fucking life, Now I'm freaked out over the past times, Face my fears, Imma bite on a damn nine, How can I fix everything we broke Tonight, All of the lies between my teeth, I know you don't believe me, Believe me, You don't believe me, Believe me,
Writer(s): Blood Cat, Justin Busby, Kene Ekwunife, Kevin Lema, Matte Roxx! Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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