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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smrtdeath
Smrtdeath
Performer
lil aaron
lil aaron
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Skwark
Michael Skwark
Songwriter
Aaron Jennings
Aaron Jennings
Songwriter
Mike Fonseca
Mike Fonseca
Songwriter
Jackson Southorn
Jackson Southorn
Songwriter
Jordan Reyes
Jordan Reyes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Omega
Omega
Producer
Jakkyboí
Jakkyboí
Producer
Andi Inadomi
Andi Inadomi
Producer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Jordan Reyes
Jordan Reyes
Producer

Lyrics

(Jordan) (That's Omega) (Jakkyboi) She told me to kill myself Like I haven't been working on it I don't think it's real, I am Wishing that I was dead every morning Now I'm 'bout to feel myself I've been gassing it, let's be honest Baby, I'ma real one, whoa I'ma do whatever, I'm living nauseous She told me to die like I don't already want to I lay awake at night thinking 'bout shit that I can't undo As long as I'm alive, got some money I'ma run through I'm just here for the night, shawty told me I should come through But I don't wanna talk, just want a shot Throw some guap and get some top I'm feelin' hot to the top, I ain't gon' stop Don't fuck with shawty, she a not I bet she gets that a lot, I bet she gets that a lot Yeah, and I'm doing alright without you I'm fine without you (I'm fine without you) Yeah, and bitch, I'ma shine without you And die without you She told me to kill myself Like I haven't been working on it I don't think it's real, I am Wishing that I was dead every morning Now I'm 'bout to feel myself I've been gassing it, let's be honest Baby, I'ma real one, whoa I'ma do whatever, I'm living nauseous I've been workin' on dying like I made beats for Uzi Tryna hurt me, I'm trying too, if I'm winning I'm losing Every time you hit my line, I'm like, "The fuck are you doing?" I left all that shit behind, now they mad 'cause I'm moving But none of it means anything Lately, I've been getting things Lately, I've been getting in I get the cheque and let us in Pockets full of 'phetamines My fit it cost a wedding ring I'm lookin' like a rock-o-rama 'Boutta cop a seven string Baby, to be real, you don't even know me like that (you don't even know me like that) Sethany like Rick Ross, all these hoes can't hold me back She told me to kill myself Like I haven't been working on it I don't think it's real, I am Wishing that I was dead every morning Now I'm 'bout to feel myself I've been gassing it, let's be honest Baby, I'ma real one, whoa I'ma do whatever, I'm living nauseous
Writer(s): Lil Aaron, Michael Skwark, Jordan Alexander Reyes, Michael Fonseca, Jackson Southorn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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