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Alon Crooks
Alon Crooks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Crooks
Jeremy Crooks
Songwriter
Andrew Figueroa
Andrew Figueroa
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mindfieldsound
Mindfieldsound
Producer
Blutori
Blutori
Producer
Jeremy Crooks
Jeremy Crooks
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Zac Apollo
Zac Apollo
Producer
Erick Labson
Erick Labson
Mastering Engineer

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I thought it wouldn't be like that Til she told me put the whole seat back Heheheh Time lingers with the feelin in tact I loved longer than I thought it would last We grow attached Til thoughts of the past crept back Other lovers made me want to escape It could be that she's the one to blame But not like she had a gun to my face Moments show up, course they come up out the blue One minute she's wifey type til the hype dies like the news Reachin desperately to resurrect what's felt initially babe Why try when I can swipe right and it's like she's dead to me Nice to match you Love how the stature in your pics reflects confidence, complex I'm really hopin you're not consulting your friends when you send long texts We click in screen so I'm guessin it'll be great in person My heart's been hurtin for so long, maybe you could draw back the curtain But nuh-uh Cuz I'm reminded how Michelle yelled for me to leave then come back In five minutes, then find pictures to a dude on her Snap Karma caught her a year later, he cheated on her, oh well She asked me back and I laughed like I was watching Chappelle Because of that, you could just be the best But right now, all I want is this sex I be having these crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts I'm tryna hide I keep having these crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts All of my life I know it's no excuse but what you gon do? I didn't wanna feud but you do somethin new Like try put me inside when you 8 months due She in a blue song mood because I deuced on cue New day, new surprises Trust flickers, hit the light switch The dark turn women to Leviathan I'm kiddin, this applies to men I just got a sour taste in my mouth from pineapples I'm fine, baffled you think I carry you like a leather lined satchel Like you wear the pants, shirt and shoes and I'll be a tassel Well I'm in no hassle to be a doormat, I've worn that coat I won't fuck with sheep when I'm tryna be GOAT Like you can't force me to sing when I ain't feelin the notes So I won't show no the love if I ain't feelin the part Yeah, I'ma master the art before I master my heart and these I be having these crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts I'm tryna hide I keep having these crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts, crazy thoughts All of my life They just wanna fight, they just wanna yell They don't care about my heart, they don't care about my health I'm doin my best to speak my truth and be honest All they wanna do is create conflict Bout to fall all the way over Like "Why would I sit on this chair when it's fallin down?" That just seems like I'm lookin for trouble, ooh Wait until your head smacks, lips kiss ground One can only do so much in a team of two I can't keep all both the feelings at the same time My hands don't stretch that wide, this work ain't mine alone (Shoot) Cuz I've been losin my wealth, my self esteem, my self worth My sense of self, y mi Mexico belt And I really need that last one Out here with pants at my ankles, trippin over all potential outcomes Skit How many cops to get my laptop?
Writer(s): Jeremy Crooks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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