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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fousheé
Fousheé
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fousheé
Fousheé
Composer
Jonah Yano
Jonah Yano
Composer
Noah Williamson
Noah Williamson
Composer
Scott Zhang
Scott Zhang
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonah Yano
Jonah Yano
Producer
Monsune
Monsune
Producer
Noah Williamson
Noah Williamson
Producer
Riley Bell
Riley Bell
Mixing Engineer
Spencer Dennis
Spencer Dennis
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, hmm Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, hmm Uh I don't love you no more Even if you say, "Sorry", you could never get it back, love I don't need you no more You got high dependency, let me help you get packed up I don't love you no more And it's been a while for me, I got everything backed up I don't need you no more You got high dependency, let me help you get packed up I don't love you no more, this is ending for sure You could never get back, the person you were before Got one hand on my heart, other one on the door You'd never hurt me, you swore, then explain why I'm sore? This is gonna be tough, we got memories, love Sometimes I wanna see you, I see you sendin' me subs Why you moving so sus'? But still, I'm sendin' you love and I'll be okay because I don't love you no more Even if you say, "Sorry", you could never get it back, love I don't need you no more You got high dependency, let me help you get packed up I don't love you no more And it's been a while for me, I got everything backed up I don't need you no more You got high dependency, let me help you get packed up If I'm tellin' the truth I will never get back with you Some you win, some you lose I lost one I don't love you no more Even if you say, "Sorry", you could never get it back, love I don't need you no more You got high dependency, let me help you get packed up I don't love you no more And it's been a while for me, I got everything backed up I don't need you no more You got high dependency, let me help you get packed up Got the heater in the trunk I stay hot, fire You don't really want that Action, packed, like, "Frit-frat, ayy" Me and Fousheé, ayy (break me off some of that Kit-Kat) Got your bitch mad, hmm I'm tryna bag a rich dad (hahaha, felt that)
Writer(s): Britanny Foushee, Noah Williamson, Jonah Yano, Scott Zhang Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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