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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Bryan-Michael Cox
Bryan-Michael Cox
Programming
Daniel Daley
Daniel Daley
Vocals
Paul Jefferies
Paul Jefferies
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan-Michael Cox
Bryan-Michael Cox
Songwriter
Daniel Daley
Daniel Daley
Songwriter
Paul Jefferies
Paul Jefferies
Songwriter
Kandise Nathan
Kandise Nathan
Songwriter
Keyona Reed
Keyona Reed
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Shontell Moore
Shontell Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David "D.C." Castro
David "D.C." Castro
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Greg Moffett
Greg Moffett
Recording Engineer
Shawn Singh
Shawn Singh
Recording Engineer
Noel "Gadget" Campbell
Noel "Gadget" Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Bryan-Michael Cox
Bryan-Michael Cox
Producer
Paul Jefferies
Paul Jefferies
Producer

Lyrics

Super, dvsn Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Too many chances, too many advances Too many nights, out here spaced on other planets Everything's outstanding, I feel everlasting We can do anything, I just don't feel romantic Don't you go backwards, yeah Don't you go back to him Too many chances Too many nights, outer space on other planets This keep on happenin' Just breathe, relax Girl's night, get your bounce back Trust me, you'll be alright (All I gotta say) Only one thing you need to remember Ain't nobody cryin' in the club Ayy, you can do better, oh No cryin' in the club, girl (Yeah, turn up) You know that wasn't love (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) No more cryin' in the club, girl (Why you cryin' in the club?) You know that wasn't love, girl (No more cryin' in the club) You know that wasn't You know that wasn't You know that wasn't Ain't no cryin' in my phantom, don't get no tears on my seats Girl, you know I ain't got no love for you, no mercy on a freak Got my partners in the club, you know we roll a hundred deep We been sleepin' in Balenciaga, we don't wear nothin' that's cheap I can't show no favoritism, I can't show no signs of weakness Hood nigga forever, I put shorties on my leashes I'm a man of my word, and I said, fuck you, and I mean it I could stop all this pressure and go cop a new compressor But I'm deep in VIP, and ain't go no time for no lectures I would write you a letter but it won't make it no better When I say what's on my mind What's on my mind won't make it no better Start cryin' when you look at these bezels Start lying' when you look at these bezels And I got these bad bitches obsessed with me okay, yeah Put you in these Eliantte diamonds, I make it rain, yeah And I had to come from out the mud, that's why my cup's dirty Last time when we had sex, I ain't feel nothin' No cryin' in the club, girl (No more cryin' in the club) You know that wasn't love, girl (No more cryin' in the club) No more cryin' in the club (No more cryin' in the club), girl You know that wasn't love, girl You know that wasn't You know that wasn't You know that wasn't Yeah, you learned your lesson from this (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, don't let that makeup run in public Yeah, too loyal, you can't help it (Yeah) Yeah, this year you gon' be selfish Just breathe, relax Girl's night, get your bounce back (Turn up) Trust me, you'll be alright Why you cryin' in the club? You ain't cryin' No more cryin' in the club No more cryin' in the
Writer(s): Bryan Michael Cox, Nayvadius Wilburn, Daniel Daley, Shontel Moore, Paul Jefferies, Keyona Reed, Kandise Nathan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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