Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RINI
RINI
Vocals
BEAM
BEAM
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyshane Thompson
Tyshane Thompson
Songwriter
Justerini Sandoval
Justerini Sandoval
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Cres
Al Cres
Additional Producer
Shawn Hibbler
Shawn Hibbler
Additional Producer
Jessica Wong
Jessica Wong
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis Green
Curtis Green
Engineer
Jeremy Brown
Jeremy Brown
Engineer
Richard Ledesma
Richard Ledesma
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Preston Reid
Preston Reid
Mixing Engineer
Cool N Dre
Cool N Dre
Producer
Coop the Truth
Coop the Truth
Producer
BEAM
BEAM
Producer

Lyrics

You don't want me to think You don't want me to think for, for myself You only think about yourself Selfish Pick a shoulder, girl which one you side with (yeah, ayy) Selfish You made decisions you can't hide Wake up feelin' different, you're changin' on me It's fall every season, I wasted on you My heart and my bank go head and break it, why don't you Do me a solid? Don't come around these ends It's the same thing again and again and again Told myself I wouldn't make amends But here I am once again, not again, not again This is gettin' Way old, too old Old It's been gettin' Way old, too old Old Selfish Pick a shoulder girl which one you side with (yeah, ayy) Selfish Seems like you found someone else to ghost ride with You ain't even answer, but I'm okay Even though you're the one who switched sides on me Got this bloody ink and pen this pain Don't you ask about my day I'm drownin' in these diamonds on this chain This is gettin' Way old, too old Old This is gettin' Way old, too old Old Selfish Pick a shoulder, girl which one you side with (yeah, ayy) Selfish Seems like you found someone else to ghost ride with (One of them vex up, one of them vex up) Check, check All these bitches want Nike (yeah) Frank tell 'em it ain't likely Let the tub melt for your psyche Put down your walls, baby high-key Keyhole, tighty (tight) Juicy, Hi-C (high) How'd we go from fuckin' to fighting? (Fight) I really try to do the right thing (right) like Spike Lee She gotta have it around when she tell me to leave, it really mean stay (cyaan stay) She gotta have it her way, when she tell me to stop, it really mean play Selfish 'cause you thornberry wilds, you never organize attachment styles This is gettin' Way old, too old Old This is gettin' Way old, too old Old Selfish Pick a shoulder, girl which one you side with (yeah, ayy) Selfish Seems like you found someone else to ghost ride with Way old, too old Old Way old, too old Old This is gettin' Way old, too old Old This is gettin' Way old, too old Old
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Cooper Douglas Mcgill, Tyshane Thompson, Almando Demaro Cresso, Shawn Hibbler, Justerini Kristofer Quindara Sandoval Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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