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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Kid LAROI
The Kid LAROI
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlton Howard
Charlton Howard
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Graham Jonson
Graham Jonson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BNYX
BNYX
Producer
quickly, quickly
quickly, quickly
Producer
Nicco "Neek" Catalano
Nicco "Neek" Catalano
Mixing Engineer
Graham Cruser
Graham Cruser
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Daniels
Jeremy Daniels
Assistant Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(I-I-I) I'ma take her back to back for round two Off tequila, at the crib, gettin' loose There's a whole 'lot of women runnin' 'round this room (I-I) But the whole time, yeah, the whole time I could only think about you Still got brain, left in the rain (I-I) Big jet plane, back to the city Know it's cliché, my life changed You got strange, you don't fuck with me (I-I) And I know that we said, "So long" (I-I'm working on dying) But I still don't know what went wrong (BNYX) Heart went cold, money turned long I was in the whip losing control I was off six, I was in the zone Trippin' off shit that you was on Look me in my face, look me in my eyes And you swear to God that you wasn't wrong Fuck it, I'm rich, I guess it's gone I cannot give no fucks no more Two in the morning, texting, "Are you up?" I'm high as a bitch right now, I'm stuck "Do I do too much?" you said, "Not enough" I need some closure, can you open up? I'll pretend that I'm in paradise without you I'm tryna to talk to somebody new But it's gettin' hard to hold a conversation 'Cause the whole time, all I'm thinkin' about you I don't know if I'm comin' off rude I'm sorry, I'm just tellin' the truth Brand new Maybach, it's cool But baby, I had to lose Yeah, it's you every time that I choose Who got in your head? And why you confused? I don't want to hear it, to tell you the truth You just wastin' time I'ma take her back to back for round two Off tequila, at the crib, gettin' loose There's a whole 'lot of women runnin' 'round this room But the whole time, yeah, the whole time I could only think about you Still got brain, left in the rain Big jet plane, back to the city Know it's cliché, my life changed You got strange, you don't fuck with me And I know that we said, "So long" But I still don't know what went wrong Where you at? What the fuck? I still don't really know what's up Retail therapy, when I walk into the store I'm tryna replace your love, okay It's been a week, pourin' up It's a whole lotta pain in the cup Sippin' slow, keep my pain on the tuck You had me really believin'* in love You said you loved on the kid, that was serious Don't say sorry, I'm really not hearin' it Off some shit and it's got me delirious I fucked up too, that's point blank, period Heard all of that shit and I'm curious All I do is just pray it ain't true Yeah, I'd rather talk to you But you just gon' waste my time I'ma take her back to back for round two Off tequila, at the crib, gettin' loose There's a whole 'lot of women runnin' 'round this room But the whole time, yeah, the whole time I could only think about you Still got brain, left in the rain Big jet plane, back to the city Know it's cliché, my life changed You got strange, you don't fuck with me And I know that we said, "So long" But I still don't know what went wrong (Ooh) And I know that we said, "So long" But I still don't know what went wrong
Writer(s): Charlton Howard, Benjamin Saint Fort, Graham Jonson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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