Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillon Gousby
Songwriter
Letra
You been tryna do me wrong, I've been trying to do it right
We don't be fucking the same, I'll fuck you different when we fight
We go together like Nike and Off-White, I be telling you we gotta just do it
She know the words to my songs, she be putting it on
And we get to fucking to my music, damn
If you wanna get left on some other hoes, go and get right
I like what you did to your hair, it's different, it's been a long time
She got my Dior, she wanna party, I think she ready to come eat the woo
She want the code to my phone, kno I won't give it up
So she get the stepping out the room, damn
Baby, come back here, you want another **** breakin' your back
I don't know what we argue about at this point, I can't keep track
Got a new ****, I ain't your type no more
Skinny ass ****, he wack, thank you for making it easy
Now I don't gotta ghost you, now I don't gotta post you
You already think I'm unloyal, you be scrolling through my socials
That bitch just a groupie, I swear I don't know her
Ya body like a Coca-Cola
Shit, I feel like I'm losing control
I feel like I'm losing control
Shit, I be feeling the tension, yeah, that shit gotta go
When I smoke my stuff late night, I be thinking, and I get in that mode
Yeah, but I never know
I'm tired of thinking about you
I feel like I'm losing control
Written by: Dillon Gousby

