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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis Anderson
Elvis Anderson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Hey, Alex, oh, this beat is so hard
Obviously, we at this final moment, she can't take it
Told me I had a lot to prove, thought she wasn't goin'
Focus on my boy, man, I'm hard to swallow
Fighting for her love, she really gone, man, that knocked me out, out the ring
Tyson, for the real love, you wasn't fightin'
Some of the realest things that I ever wrote
Gotta have her back, I'm pullin' on the rope
She ain't tryna hear me, she already on three
Very hard to pull a heart gone, most likely
Yeah, she wifed me, I just wanna be there
I was still on the creep, jeepers eatin on the freak
Hittin' like whoa, ridin' around the streets
I'm pushin' on the go, man, I'm pushin' on the go
Finally pushed hard, it's only great I AM
Makin' love to this jam, but she know where I stand
Hittin' like whoa, ridin' around the streets
I'm pushin' on the go, man, I'm pushin' on the go
Finally pushed hard, it's only great I AM
Makin' love to this jam, but she know where I stand
Ain't got many options, she only left me one
Bittersweet taste, ain't too many beats
Crankin' up my rate, servin' sushi on my plate
Told her about seven, gotta think about it
No mathematics, now she wanna feel me
Had to repeat, had a secret, just wear it, girl
Why don't you wear it very well
Got the answer now, finders keep after 12 hit
Cinderella on me, hittin' like whoa
Ridin' around the streets, yeah, I'm pushin' on the go
Man, I'm pushin' on the go
Finally pushed hard, it's only great I AM
Makin' love to this jam, but she know where I stand
Written by: Elvis Anderson
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