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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
Mereba
Mereba
Background Vocals
Baby Tate
Baby Tate
Speaker
6LACK
6LACK
Vocals
Ella Mai
Ella Mai
Vocals
Henryk Debich
Henryk Debich
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Songwriter
Anthony Parrino
Anthony Parrino
Songwriter
Andrzej Żylis
Andrzej Żylis
Songwriter
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Ella Mai Howell
Ella Mai Howell
Songwriter
Marian Mereba
Marian Mereba
Songwriter
Ricardo Valentine
Ricardo Valentine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JID
JID
Recording Engineer
Elite
Elite
Producer
Raúl Chirinos
Raúl Chirinos
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Additional Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I been so down on my that luck stuff ain't Lookin' up I need somethin' that's takin' me higher And maybe I'm outta touch and in rush look Life kickin' my butt but that ignited the fire And maybe it's when I'm spillin' my guts on you Trustin' me you lovin' me instead you call me a liar Or maybe you really hate me You can't be I need for somethin' to save me 'Cause little baby I'm tired Yeah How you gon' dump me And then leave wit' my hoodie And you ain't comin' back give me back my hoodie And now you tryna make a scene at the movies You really wanna act bitch we at the movies I want my money back I'm leavin' for goodie And I get mad, I don't even wanna be here And you get mad 'Cause you don't even wanna leave here And now it's bad 'Cause we ain't even seen the previews And now she mad, takin' shit to social media And I just need you to tell me how you feelin' And I just need you to come at me wit' real shit Botherin' people 'cause we fightin' in the dark yeah We ain't even gotta leave We gon' still excuse the yeah Um tears in the bucket to focus Fightin' and fuckin' and tusslin' and fightin' and fuckin' Lovin', lovin' unless you lucky I fuck wit' you because you real and you beautiful But still, starin' at the screen only thinkin' how I feel For real I wanna share my popcorn wit' you 'Cause I won't eat the whole thing But you still got an issue And I been tryna sip yo' Drink meet the kid in the middle But no, boo you, she just goes to the car Pull up, she drove, didn't open the door So cold, outside And ya boy need a ride Oh God, it's really a problem And I'm so tired of I been so down on my that luck stuff ain't Lookin' up I need somethin' that's takin' me higher And maybe I'm outta touch and in rush look Life kickin' my butt but that ignited the fire And maybe it's when I'm spillin' my guts on you Trustin' me you lovin' me Instead you call me a liar Or maybe you really hate me You can't be I need for somethin' to save me 'Cause little baby I'm tired Yeah I'm tired baby Hey, how you gon' leave wit' yo Number on my phone bill (Bill) Look inside yo' wallet you got one bill (Bill) Never got a job but you want chill (Chill) Girl that shit is unreal (Unreal) I'm feelin' a little sluggish You think I'm entertainin' all the rubbish It's a no from me dawg I guess I gotta let you free fall Flippin' through my shit like we in a gym now I'm talkin' my shit 'cause I'm off the Hen' dawg If I uh There ain't nothin' left to admire I been listenin' to Mýa like woah Don't you let the love turn to pyro How you let it drag on, spyro Goin' 'em at right hand, spirals I'm seein' Z after Z after Z He, wait who after me, huh (Huh?) Wait, don't actually explain it And I don't wanna know I'm tired every time I come home She all alone, it ain't my fault I'm livin' life, she in the dark (Yeah, yeah) Ain't got no bite, a lot of bark I clear the room, so we can talk I been so down on my that luck stuff ain't Lookin' up I need somethin' That's takin' me higher And maybe you mighta Touchin' and rushin' look Life kickin' my butt but that ignited the fire And maybe it's when I'm spillin' my guts on you I'm trustin' you'll lovin' me Instead you call me a liar Or maybe you really hate me You can't be I need for somethin' to save me 'Cause little baby I'm tired Tired (Tired) That makes two of us I'm a liar (Liar) Where's the truth in that? I can't figure how you run your mouth You been so down on your luck, And stuff ain't lookin' up you Need somethin' that's takin' you higher Maybe you're out of touch in a rush And life been kickin' your butt But that ignited your fire And baby it's when you're spillin' your guts You don't trust me, love me 'Stead he call me a liar Oh baby you really hate me, you can't be You need for somethin' to say 'Cause little baby you tired Tired Public service announcement Niggas ain't shit (Niggas ain't shit but a tongue and a dick) Hey (Niggas ain't shit but a) What? (And a dick) Niggas ain't shit but a tongue and a dick Ok (He ask me where I'm at like I owe him shit) Period
Writer(s): Ronald Gilmore, Destin Route, Ella Mai Howell, Anthony Parrino, Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr., Andrzej Zylis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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