Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Matthew Paisley Mallia
Matthew Paisley Mallia
Songwriter
Patrick Carmelo
Patrick Carmelo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Millz
Millz
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dan Weston
Dan Weston
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Carmelo
Patrick Carmelo
Producer

Lyrics

I ain't lie, know what's happenin' with me bae? I'm a fucked up nigga, I ain't gonna lie, but I know that, the first day I ever seen you, the first day I been around you I know we was set up, I know this Aye, you know how you feel, like fuck how it look Fuck thinkin' about all that, I know how I feel You know what I'm sayin'? And my heart don't lie to me That's why I follow that motherfucker like that, super real, for real When you're alone at night and need somebody by your side No matter wrong or right, sayin' it's gonna be alright No one to hold you tight, no one to look you in your eyes As if it ain't okay to cry, you try to be the tough guy Think about you all the time, start to feel it backfire No one love you like I hope our love ain't expire Tryna figure out why he dyin' on the inside One day I'll get over my pride I knew I loved you when I met you, some say this don't exist (aha) Emotions captured had to have you don't care who you was with (aha) And your apartment office Seigen had a brief disagreement You move back to Houston, we went like three years without speakin' Now, I got back on drugs bad while I was still chasin' cheddar My heart was broke, soft and stressin' battlin' with my depression On top of that my team was shittin' on me harder than ever (no lie) Not a worry in the world whenever we was together (here you go) I flew you out to Miami, we laid up in the suites (up in the suites) Bathtub full of fruits, while I was rubbin' your feet (rubbin' your feet) We went to Bloomingdales, I bought us matchin' grey Theory sweats (grey Theory sweats) Said, "I ain't want you to leave before you boarded the jet" (boarded the jet) When you're alone at night and need somebody by your side No matter wrong or right, sayin' it's gonna be alright No one to hold you tight, no one to look you in your eyes As if it ain't okay to cry, you try to be the tough guy He think about you all the time, start to feel it backfire No one gon' love you like I hope our love ain't expire You tryna figure out why he dyin' on the inside One day I'll get over my pride Shoutout to Nard, that's my personal trainer He cool with you because of you, I now treat him like a stranger Big booty Shelby, I know things ain't work with me and your sister Best of what life has to offer, love, you still my little sister Pull up in Vets, hear the engines, eight-speed TipTronic transmission Four-door Porsche reminicisin', wishin' you was here with me I used to tease you 'bout your feet, we would laugh and we'd giggle And havin' breakfast on the beach, you don't know how much that meant to me Holding hands and entering to the mall, public affection When you and me don't need no bodyguard, I'm your protector FaceTime, and I can't wait until you call me, your special You had that problem, now that problem solved, he won't disrespect you Uh, uh, not helpin' When you're alone at night and need somebody by your side No matter wrong or right, sayin' it's gonna be alright No one to hold you tight, no one to look you in your eyes As if it ain't okay to cry, you try to be the tough guy He think about you all the time, start to feel it backfire No one gon' love you like I hope our love ain't expire You tryna figure out why he dyin' on the inside One day I'll get over my pride Not, not-not havin' love, not halpin' You know I haven't loved, not helpin' No wonder I respect you, love I'ma kill someone if someone disrespect you, love Ah, I see you lookin' at my girl Yeah, but she a fine girl Yeah, I love the way you whine, girl Oh, she from an Island, she be-, uh Ey, ain't no lookin' at my girl Think about they're tellin' me
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Matthew Paisley Malia Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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