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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Struggle Jennings
Struggle Jennings
Vocals
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Harness
William Harness
Songwriter
Jason Deford
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ScatteredBrains
ScatteredBrains
Producer

Lyrics

Fast track is moving so slow It's been a bumpy ride like on low pros I'm on easy street but the roads closed For a moment I felt so close Haters mad I got no control So I'm ridin' round with that snow patrol Said they over life then they overdose That's the devil talking, that's the okey doke So tired of getting calls Of my family dying off that fentanyl On the track til they hit a wall And you grown men having menopause I'm a grown man, stop kidding me Most my brothers ain't even kin to me And I'm a lot realer than I pretend to be I'm a better friend than an enemy Those fuck you's that you sending me I send them back with a big smile You're gasoline always lit the fire So don't be shocked that you bit the wire I'm so inspired that you love me So much that you can hate me now My broken heart will never break me down I keep it too real to keep fake around The truth is like a freight train coming down the line You can't stop it Been running these tracks for too long but when it's time it's time Gotta face that shit now But nothing in the world compares to hearing fuck you from you And I'll admit it So when you tell me that I'm to blame it's fuck you too So bitch just quit it Gone on Monday (Gone on Monday) Back on Wednesday (Back on Wednesday) But I might pick up my shit cuz I Really do hate when you say the truth But nothing in the world compares to hearing fuck you from you So bitch just quit it Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold on Please lemme vent for a bit As far as one way friendships Man I'm so sick of this shit Really hard to answer every time your call's coming through I have done so much but still you say it ain't enough for you And that's why I don't fuck with you I had so much love for you But always felt so fucking used And it really don't matter how long I've known you Just cuz I do what I can Doesn't mean that I fucking owe you Act like you're dumb Money goes just as fast as it comes You can give a motherfucker the world And they still gonna ask for the sun I'm so over doing shit for folks who don't appreciate it If I changed my number my problems would be alleviated The truth is like a freight train coming down the line You can't stop it Been running these tracks for too long but when it's time it's time Gotta face that shit now But nothing in the world compares to hearing fuck you from you And I'll admit it So when you tell me that I'm to blame it's fuck you too So bitch just quit it Gone on Monday (Gone on Monday) Back on Wednesday (Back on Wednesday) But I might pick up my shit cuz I Really do hate when you say the truth But nothing in the world compares to hearing fuck you from you So bitch just quit it
Writer(s): Jason Deford, Michael Wayne Atha, William Harness, Vaughn Freitag Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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