Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris LaRocca
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris LaRocca
Songwriter
Herag Sanbalian
Songwriter
Rhyan Douglas
Songwriter
Jacob Wilkinson Smith
Songwriter
Jaime Dixon
Songwriter
Jordan Kelman
Songwriter
Sophiea Alexandra Marques
Songwriter
Anthony Daniel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris LaRocca
Producer
Herag Sanbalian
Producer
My Best Friend Jacob
Producer
Rhyan Douglas
Producer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Hernandez
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ain't no one hit the press like you
Ain't no one else can sex like you
Ain't no one get me stressed like you do
Now I don't know what's best for you
Been dodging on some texts from you
And when they're calling out west, I flew
Can't say I'm coming back for you
Nobody else can talk like you
Nobody has a mind like you
And nobody do the things you do, I'm sure of it
Once again, no one flies out for you
Who's a better match for you?
We reaching altitudes
And I told you to keep my chain
But you sent it back with a little pain
And you know what breaks my heart
It is 'cause we couldn't talk
And that we are miles apart
Ain't no one hit the press like you
Ain't no one else can sex like you
Ain't no one get me stressed like you do
Now I don't know what's best for you
Been dodging on some texts from you
And when they're calling out west, I flew
Can't say I'm coming back for you
Nobody brings it out of me like you
Nobody, there's no other
Nobody brings it out of me like you
Nobody, there's no other
Nobody brings it out of me like you
Ain't nobody bring it out of me, baby (brings it out of me like you)
I'm a fool for you baby (brings it out of me like you)
Ain't nobody bring it out of me, baby
Written by: Anthony Daniel, Anthony Daniel Szczachor, Chris LaRocca, Christopher LaRocca-Cerrone, Herag Sanbalian, Jacob Wilkinson Smith, Jaime Dixon, Jordan Kelman, Rhyan Douglas, Sophiea Alexandra Marques

