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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brasstracks
Brasstracks
Vocals
PhiloSofie
PhiloSofie
Vocals
99 Neighbors
99 Neighbors
Performer
Caleb Hoh
Caleb Hoh
Sound Effects
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Connor Stankevich
Connor Stankevich
Songwriter
Ivan Jackson
Ivan Jackson
Songwriter
Sam Paulino
Sam Paulino
Songwriter
Sofia Darovskikh
Sofia Darovskikh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brasstracks
Brasstracks
Producer
Caleb Hoh
Caleb Hoh
Recording Engineer
Adam Grover
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Jared Fier
Jared Fier
Producer
Somba
Somba
Producer
Elton Huang
Elton Huang
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I seen you smoking cigarettes again, well me too You poppin' pills like it be medicine, I cannot blame you I'm doing fucking good, I'm glad you asked me Can't look me in the eyes when you Walk past me, damn thats kinda fucked up So I can't text you, I think you blocked my number I know we got through everything so that shit make me wonder Do you trust yourself to text me if you had the will? (Damn) From me to you, I know your shit ain't real (Yeah) Look at the way, all of the games, shit that you play I look at your face, all of its fake, I'm sick of the bullshit You can't guilt trip this, can't talk bout shit (Uh) You get left read, why you think that you get dick? Fuck no baby, I don't forgive you 'bout all that other shit You on some other shit Looks who's laughing now Ever since you found out that I'm in love with this And I can't trust another bitch Fuck no baby, I don't forgive you 'bout all that other shit You on some other shit Looks who's laughing now Ever since you found out that I'm in love with this And I can't trust another bitch Baby if you closed your eyes You'd realize that you are such an asshole All the times I tried to be so careful Tip toeing on egg shells You played dirty, I bought Febreze Made it all clean, washed you out my memory You saw an empath, he told you 'bout your past You said, "well what about my future Can I make it last?" He said, "You're rich by the time your twenty four But you're gonna be alone, sad, begging at her door" (Oops) I know it hurts you to see me well After all things you put me through while in your hell And you can't fight that, and I don't want that I hope to stay inside your heart just like an artifact And give some value to your art, maybe make it last If you try to come back, you know that's a fat Fuck no But momma always told me, "Life's a gamble" I'm pickin' up all of the pieces, my life's in fuckin' shambles Ever since you fucked up, and fucked all of my best friends Told me that you loved me, 'cause I was too obsessed then But look who's laughing Bitch I'm up now Was down in the dumps Getting my head straight, and my feet back on the ground Way too pessimistic But I know it's a messy ending when you always come back around Flip floppin', tick-tockin', wasting time Pray to God that you're getting by (like) Look at the way, all of the games, shit that you play I look at your face, all of its fake, I'm sick of the bullshit You can't guilt trip this, can't talk bout shit (uh) You get left read, why you think that you get dick Fuck no baby, I don't forgive you 'bout all that other shit You on some other shit Looks who's laughing now Ever since you found out that I'm in love with this And I can't trust another bitch Fuck no baby, I don't forgive you 'bout all that other shit You on some other shit Look who's laughing now Ever since you found out that I'm in love with this And I can't trust another bitch
Writer(s): Ivan Jackson Rosenberg, Sam Paulino, Sofia Darovskikh, Connor Stankevich, Caleb Hoh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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