Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface
Babyface
Programming
BJRNCK
BJRNCK
Vocals
Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
Keyboards
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Keyboards
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
Composer
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Composer
Gennae Bewernick
Gennae Bewernick
Composer
Kenneth Edmonds
Kenneth Edmonds
Composer
London Holmes
London Holmes
Composer
Milton Adams II
Milton Adams II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Babyface
Babyface
Producer
Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
Producer
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer
Paul Boutin
Paul Boutin
Mixing Engineer
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Nicholas “Nick Bane” Guinan
Recording Engineer
Herb Powers, Jr.
Herb Powers, Jr.
Mastering Engineer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Recording Engineer

Testi

'Cause you'd still be the one, getting all this love
If you had did enough, didn't even have to try
To read between the lines
I said what's on my mind
We got land on the track
Tell me why **** do what **** do
And put us through all that bullshit?
To come around for that, put it down
And then expect me just to be cool with it, nah
I ain't your homie, I ain't your ****, I ain't your sad bitch
You ain't fucking with no average
You shoulda known when you had this
Now I keep my heart to myself
So I can't fuss with nobody else
If you could've listened (Listen)
I know things would be different
If you knew how to love me, touch me, fuck me
You would still be here (you would still be here)
We would still be something
But now you're just nothing
'Cause there are fucks to give up
You could try the shit with other bitches
They don't say that you ain't got the inches, ****
**** 'bout to show, to show attention
I ain't give a fuck when you was in it
You just couldn't love me, touch me, fuck me
That's why I disappeared, why I disappeared
****, I just called your mama
Even she don't want any old drama
Laying up in my bed (bed)
Knowing all your intentions
Just selfish, childish
I'm too grown or you must be confused
I'm better without you
Now I keep my heart to myself
So I can't fuss with nobody else
If you could've listened ((you could've listened)
I know things would be different (different)
Ohh
If you know how to love me, touch me, fuck me
You would still be here (you would still be here)
We would still be something
But now you're just nothing
'Cause there are fucks to give up
You could try the shit with other bitches
They don't say that you ain't got the inches, ****
**** 'bout to show, to show attention
I ain't give a fuck about what you are feeling
You just couldn't love me touch me, fuck me
That's why I disappeared
Why I disappeared (why I disappeared)
Ohh
Why I disappeared
Written by: Aubrey Robinson, Gennae Bewernick, Kenneth Edmonds, London Holmes, Milton Adams, Milton Adams II, Sean Momberger
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