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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triple One
Performer
Kwamé
Performer
Conor Grealish
Rap
Dominic Kim
Lead Vocals
Martin Guilfoyle
Rap
Rich Amevor
Rap
William Gunns
Sampler
Matthew Corby
Background Vocals
Billy Ward
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Grealish
Songwriter
Dominic Kim
Songwriter
Martin Guilfoyle
Songwriter
Rich Amevor
Songwriter
Vincent Goodyer
Songwriter
William Gunns
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Gunns
Producer
18YOMAN
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Songteksten
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
She tryna kick it with my best friend
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her 'til the world end
She only loves me when I'm dreamin'
I know you're broke and need your bills paid
But that's some shit we'd probably all say
But she still fuckin' with my best friend
God I wish it was that easy, yeah, yeah
She taste like lemonade, but I've never sipped it
She sound like serenades, but I've never listened
She feel like velvet sheets, all I got is blisters
She come over sometimes but she ain't my business
Plant these secrets, I'm prophesising my misdemeanours
Feelin' choked inside but I don't know if she can see it
You see my kicks are gettin' cleaner
And my drinks are gettin' cheaper
They almost free 'cause people lie, they don't want either
It's safe to say
We just some needles in a stack of hay
I'm always losing ways
And staying down and blue for days
Wished she hit me up
And pulled me out of this fucking haze
But this is purgatory
She ain't say a word to me
He was walking J's when he jaywalked
Tryna grab some papes from the corner store
She was off her face by the payphone
I know that she
She tryna kick it with my best friend
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her 'til the world end
She only loves me when I'm dreamin'
I know your broke and need your bills paid
But that's some shit we'd probably all say
But she still fuckin' with my best friend
God I wish it was that easy
Make them plans and they fall out
TV dinners no ball out
Cataracts I went all out
You a foe not a light house
She pullin' up I stay vacant
She want L and T no Bacon
I speak the truth that's blatant
Get operated no patients
I can't, stay out of trouble I smuggle liquor in bubble tea
So orthodontist the donnest man when I shift the teeth
A handyman but a man is what he struggles to be
And stay relapsing, no relaxing for a boy like me
I know you really got it like c note (so easy)
You live inside my mind depot (so easy)
The dark follows my ego (so easy)
They follow me, follow me home
And I've seen your call
You leave me wantin'
No taste, no law
Lay it down on me
Lay it down on me
She tryna kick it with my best friend
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her til the world end
She only loves me when I'm dreaming
I know your broke and need your bills paid
But that's some shit we'd probably all say
But she still fuckin' with my best friend
God I wish it was that easy
Fell in love with shawty 'til I seen she fuck with Marty, damn
She said things were different til I seen her eat with Conor, man
Went to split the bill then realised that she had left with Bill
I heard she slept with Dom but now she waking up in Quakers Hill
Writer(s): Vincent Goodyer, Rich Amevor, Dominic Kim, Conor Grealish, William Gunns, Martin Guilfoyle
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