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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tink
Tink
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trinity Home
Trinity Home
Songwriter
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Songwriter
James Foye III
James Foye III
Songwriter
Austin Owens
Austin Owens
Songwriter
Gabrielle Nowee
Gabrielle Nowee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayo and Keys
Ayo and Keys
Producer
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer

Lyrics

Same bitch, it's just a different level Brought a dress, I'm dancing with the devil On my shoulders, got more weight then ever Heat of the moment, I won't feel no pressure Late nights, my thoughts be running wild Fake a smile, but I'll be shutting down So called friends, I'm like "Where are you now?" When I need you, you're nowhere to be found Will they still hate me when it's all over? Lately, them nights been getting colder Talking like, "Damn, she ain't the same now" When really you the one that changed, how? Different faces that these hoes want me to try on All these rumors, I'm the one for them to lie on But it's too late to walk away and they gon' find out Yeah, they gon' find out, soon And if they knew me behind closed doors Then they would understand my flaws I'm just the, same bitch it's just a different level Brought a dress, I'm dancing with the devil On my shoulders, got more weight then ever Heat of the moment, I won't feel no pressure Late nights, my thoughts be running wild (wild) Fake a smile, but I'll be shutting down (down) So called friends, I'm like "Where are you now?" (Now) When I need you, you're nowhere to be found Why the love don't feel the same now? (Same now) Feel like they only clap when you on the way down Ain't nothing you can say now You in the way now They gon' smile in your face, say they love you Whole time want your place, wish they was you Trying to build a case, just to judge you Be the same bum bitches screaming, "Fuck you, too" And if they knew me behind closed doors Then they would understand my flaws I'm just a, same bitch it's just a different level Brought a dress, I'm dancing with the devil (oh no) On my shoulders, got more weight then ever (oh woah) Heat of the moment, I won't feel no pressure Late nights, my thoughts be running wild (wild) Fake a smile, but I'll be shutting down (down) So called friends, I'm like "Where are you now?" (Where?) When I need you, you're nowhere to be found Oh, Woah, oh No oh, oh, oh woah
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Gabrielle N. Nowee, James Foye Iii, Trinity Laure'ale Home, Austin J Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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