Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil West
Vocals
Brevin Kim
Performer
Dylan Marshall Brady
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Marshall Brady
Composer
Brendan Paulhus
Composer
Callin Paulhus
Composer
Semaj Grant
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Marshall Brady
Producer
Matt marvin
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Aye, never get too excited
Horns on my head like
I'm a fuckin' Viking, yeah
I'm winin' and dinin', I'm flyin'
She higher than me and that's nothin'
I feel like I'm flyin' but I am who I am
I'm whinin', I'm cryin'
She can't get the smile in
Don't mind me, I'm just doin' hoochies
Exactly who I am? Just T'd up, my four seater beat up
My two seater need something
I'll never need someone
Watches on my wrist
Girls is on my dick
All these things I feel, that's all I need
Watches on my wrist
Girls is on my dick
All these things I feel, that's all I need
Top of the whip like a siren
Got me ridin' neck, she so violent
Told me keep steady when I fire it
Drip from the crease to my eyelids
Needed shit to work, so we tried it
Almost went broke, had to fly her in
Sit right on my neck like a violin
She want all the lovin' like I'm dyin'
Can't bring it back outside
Can't bring it back outside
Can't bring back our life
Can't bring back no words
Try to run it, I'ma bring it back with me
Try to run it, I'ma bring it back with me
Put all this shit on my back
All on my shoulders right back
Fuck that, fuck the whole past
Why we had to do it like that?
Why we had to do it like that?
Why we had to do it like that?
Call my mom and my dad
Call me, try to bring me right back
I ain't havin' nothin' like that
I ain't havin' nothin' like that (Yeah)
All damn day, you been on my mind, I've been thinkin' 'bout you
If it's hot outside, I'ma be your air to keep you cool
I don't think 'bout none of these hoes, I be in my zone
And me being all by myself really made my heart turn cold
I'ma get you outta them clothes, get you outta those clothes
Told 'em no locked doors, told 'em no locked doors
I don't want you no more, I don't want you no more (Yeah, yeah)
High and fly to you on the red eye
Top of the whip like a siren
Got me by the neck, she so violent
Told me keep it steady when I'm firin'
Drip from the crease to my eyelids
Needed this shit to work, so we tried it
Almost went broke, had to fly her in
Sit right on my neck like a violin
She want all the lovin' like I'm dyin'
Can't bring it back outside
Can't bring it back outside
Can't bring back our life
Can't bring back no words
Try to run it, I'ma bring it back with me
Try to run it, I'ma bring it back with me
Put all this shit on my back
All on my shoulders right back
Fuck that, fuck the whole past
Why we had to do it like that?
Why we had to do it like that?
Why we had to do it like that?
Call my mom and my dad
Call me, try to bring me right back
I ain't havin' nothin' like that
I ain't havin' nothin' like that
Written by: Brendan Paulhus, Callin Paulhus, Dylan Marshall Brady, Semaj Grant