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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phony Ppl
Vocals
Aja Grant
Keyboards
Matthew Byas
Drums
Ivan Barias
Programming
Bari Bass
Bass
Elijah Rawk
Guitar
Elbee Thrie
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aja Grant
Songwriter
Elijah Austin
Songwriter
Matthew Byas
Songwriter
Omar Grant
Songwriter
Ivan Barias
Songwriter
Robert Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aja Grant
Producer
Ivan Barias
Producer
Selim Bouab
Executive Producer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Kaslow
Executive Producer
Elbee Thrie
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ooh, what's a motherfucka supposed to do, ooh
When his girl is on the loose? He thought he had nothing to lose
And I might be a little fucked up in the head, I think
'Cause she don't know that I exist, but I go home to her
There's nothing wrong with me, there's something wrong with her
We've been togeth-
Together for a while now
With all the strings a-
Strings attached on this, I don't know how
She's everywhere (everywhere) on the scene (on the scene)
Endlessly (hello, I'm still here)
While I cry to your dial tone, the attention, she's loving it
We suffocate because of it, I know (hello, I'm still here)
While I cry to your dial tone
Ooh, what's a motherfucka supposed to do
When his girl is on the loose? He thought he had nothing to lose
And I might be a little fucked up in the head, I think
'Cause she don't know that I exist, but I go home to her
There's nothin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with her
I asked her why she-
I asked her why she's playing these games
She turned her head-
She turned her head and giggled, then said
"What's your name?"
She's everywhere (everywhere), on the scene (on the scene)
Endlessly (hello, I'm still here), oh
While I cry to your dial tone, the attention, she's loving it
We suffocate because of it, I know (hello, I'm still here)
While I cry to your dial tone
Ooh, what's a motherfucka supposed to do
When his girl is on the loose? He thought he had nothing to lose
And I might be a little fucked up in the head, I think
'Cause she don't know that I exist, but I go home to her
There's nothin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with her
Ooh, what's a motherfucka supposed to do
When his girl is on the loose? He thought he had nothing to lose
And I might be a little fucked up in the head, I think
'Cause she don't know that I exist (I exist), but I go home to her
There's nothin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with her
There's nothin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with her
There's nothin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with her
There's nothin' wrong with me (hello, I'm still here), there's somethin' wrong with her
No ain't nothin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with her
There's somethin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with me
There's somethin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with me
There's somethin' going on with me (hello, I'm still here), there's somethin' wrong with me
There's somethin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with me
There's somethin' wrong with me, there's somethin' wrong with me
Writer(s): Omar Grant, Ivan Barias, Elijah Austin, Matthew Byas, Aja Grant, Robert Booker
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