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Score
97
R&B/Soul
Utwór Score został wydany 26 sierpnia 2024 przez Neila, under exclusive license to MajorStage Music, LLC. jako część albumu SCARS - EP
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Data wydania26 sierpnia 2024
WytwórniaNeila, under exclusive license to MajorStage Music, LLC.
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM78

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neila
Neila
Performer
PHABO
PHABO
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Newman
Ashley Newman
Lyrics
Prince-Phabian-Iman Alexander
Prince-Phabian-Iman Alexander
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayaana Nash
Ayaana Nash
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Sometimes you gotta let that **** miss you
When ain't doing you right and he be acting brand new
You pack all his shit and leave it at the front door
Then get all dressed up, go out and even the score
Even the score
Shoulda known I could play this game too
Even the score
Swear I'm way more ruthless then you
Even the score
I'll come home 4 AM while you wait
Guessing who ate me off their plate
Try and hate the playa
But can't hate a game that you made the rules to
Try and hate the playa
But can't hate a game that you made the rules to
Copy what I do the score is 10:4, oh
Where you been at? I need you here more
You're no Serena I'm no Roger
But back-and-forth is how this thing goes
Well since we didn't mean to
Dirty up the bed when we both sleepin in it (yeah yeah)
How I'm supposed to lay here when you creeping in it? (yeah yeah)
Looking for revenge? Okay you on a mission
There ain't no turning back when you lose me
Even the score
Shoulda known I could play this game too
Even the score
Swear I'm way more ruthless then you
Even the score
I'll come home 4 AM while you wait
Guessing who ate me off their plate
Try and hate the playa
But can't hate a game that you made the rules to
Try and hate the playa
But can't hate a game that you made the rules to
Copy what I do the score is 10:4, oh
Even a score
Where you been at? I need you here more
You need to stop playing games
Thought I was taking your name
Alcohol wasn't to blame
You made a choice
You better lower your voice
Neighbors got hear all this noise
I know, she was attractive
She gave you access
I know, she didn't mean nothing
I'm overreacting
Fucked up
Yeah, you got me fucked up
I just called your best friend, yeah he lucked up
Let him taste the buffet, now he gassed up
Taking off my dolce in a black truck
Yeah, you really fucked up
I just called ya mother and ya sister
Said you only told them that you kissed her
Guess you gonna keep lyin'
'Cause liars gonna always be liars
My heart is burning, house is on fire
They say a happy wife makes a home
Remember that when you are alone
Written by: Ashley Newman, Prince-Phabian-Iman Alexander
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