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SZA - Kill Bill Feat. Doja Cat (Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SZA
SZA
Vocals
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Background Vocals
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Songwriter
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Songwriter
Solana Rowe
Solana Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Mixing Engineer
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Engineer
Syd Tagle
Syd Tagle
Assistant Engineer
Robert N. Johnson
Robert N. Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Trey Pearce
Trey Pearce
Assistant Engineer
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, I love you I'm in a funk, so I bought a bouquet of roses And cut 'em up at your doorstep, your new neighborhood is gorgeous I paid a lotta money for the fragrances you wore when we were dating And I sold some lemonade just to afford them I know it's not a really good occasion to be bargin' in I couldn't help but watch you kiss her by the kitchen sink I swung the door open, tippy-toed farther in I wasn't cryin', I was starin' and forgot to blink She saw me standin' by the TV, and she wouldn't stop screamin' So I tried to be discreet and told her, "Calm your tits" She grabbed the kitchen knife, so I pulled out the blick Ain't got it all the time, thank God I did for this 'Cause she was seein' red, and all I saw was you It happened in a flash when she charged at me Y'all criss-crossed, saw her fall to the floor Then you paused there in horror, that shot wasn't for her I might (was it?) I might kill my ex, not the best idea His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here? I might kill my ex, I still love him though Rather be in jail than alone I get the sense that it's a lost cause I get the sense that you might really love her This text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence I try to ration with you, no murders or crimes of passion, but damn You was out of reach You was at the farmer's market with your perfect peach Now I'm in the basement, planning home invasion Now you laying face-down, got me singing over a beat I'm so mature, I'm so mature I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men I don't want none, I just want you If I can't have you, no one will (I might) I might kill my ex, not the best idea His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here? I might kill my ex, I still love him though Rather be in jail than alone I did it all for love (love) I did it all on no drugs (drugs) I did all of this sober I did it all for us, oh I did it all for love (love) I did all of this on no drugs (drugs) I did all of this sober Don't you know I did it all for us? (I'm gon' kill your ass tonight) Uh, I just killed my ex (my ex) Not the best idea (idea) Killed his girlfriend next, how'd I get here? I just killed my ex (my ex) I still love him though (I do) Rather be in Hell than alone
Writer(s): Solana I. Rowe, Carter Lang, Amala Ratna Dlamini, Robert Clark Bisel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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