Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Miles
Chris Miles
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Henry
Tyler Henry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JESUS
JESUS
Producer

Lyrics

Mo'fucking Jesus I was in a dark place And my mind racing fast like a car chase Mix a liquor with a little bit of heartbreak Now I'm numb to the shit that they all say, had to learn the hard way I don't run no Maison Margiela, got my feet off the ground I'll be sticking to myself, I'm blowing weed by the pound Lately, I'm just 'bout whatever, baby, can you hold me down? Say you miss me when I'm gone, but y'all never come around I got missed calls, never replyin' I don't wanna talk anymore, be silent Missed calls ringing like sirens in my head, it's in my head 'Cause I got missed calls, never replyin' I don't wanna talk anymore, be silent Missed calls ringing like sirens in my head, it's in my head, yeah I can barely breathe Antisocial, leave a message at the beep "Yo, Chris, I was just wonderin'-", delete Only time I feel alive is of a bean, yeah Tryna stay sober but I know I'm boutta relapse Saw these bitches acting like they different, but I seen that Truth be told, you the same as before I ain't fuck with you at all, leave the bullshit at the door I got missed calls, never replyin' I don't wanna talk anymore, be silent Missed calls ringing like sirens in my head, it's in my head 'Cause I got missed calls, never replyin' I don't wanna talk anymore, be silent Missed calls ringing like sirens in my head, it's in my head, yeah
Writer(s): Christopher Jones, Brian Collins, Julius Rivera, Michael Williams, Morris Jones, Julian Goins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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