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Babyface
Babyface
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BJRNCK
BJRNCK
Вокал
Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
Клавишные инструменты
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Программирование
Paul Boutin
Paul Boutin
Исполнитель
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
Композитор
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Композитор
Gennae Bewernick
Gennae Bewernick
Композитор
Kenneth Edmonds
Kenneth Edmonds
Композитор
London Holmes
London Holmes
Композитор
Milton Adams II
Milton Adams II
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Babyface
Babyface
Продюсер
Aubrey Robinson
Aubrey Robinson
Продюсер
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Продюсер
Paul Boutin
Paul Boutin
Миксинг-инженер
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
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Nicholas “Nick Bane” Guinan
Инженер звукозаписи
Herb Powers, Jr.
Herb Powers, Jr.
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'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 niggas do what niggas 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 nigga, 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, nigga Niggas '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 Niggas, 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, nigga Niggas '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
Writer(s): London Tyler Holmes, Kenneth B. Edmonds, Milton Ii Adams, Aubrey Robinson, Gennae Tiahna Paulyne Bewernick, Sean Aaron Momberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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