Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrus YCiti Scott
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ooh nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Ooh nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Ooh nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Ooh nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah
Baby you gon be the death of me, especially
If you keep on pulling on my heart strings
I gave you the best of me
You made a mess of me
Now im stuck here picking up the pieces
YCiti
Im in love, what the fuck
This shit got me feeling stuck
Feel like I been here befo'
I was just supposed to hit it and go
But you really different then most
Then them bitches I delt with
Girl you know that im selfish
Stingy with your love I cant help it
Damn
I feel like you got me in some type of muhfuckin' spell
This the first time in life im not just worried 'bout myself
I don't wanna hurt you, but im not 'bout to hurt myself
Cause I need you all to myself
Show me my cell, I been locked down
Beating yo Box down
The sex be longer than box rounds
And we poppin' like Glock rounds
So ain really ain no need to shop round
Shoot they shot and get shot down
Make me feel like my heart finna stop now
Baby you gon be the death of me, especially
If you keep on pulling on my heart strings
I gave you the best of me
You made a mess of me
Now im stuck here picking up the pieces
Now im stuck here picking up the pieces
Now im stuck here picking up the pieces
Written by: Tyrus YCiti Scott