Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Performer
Chris XZ
Chris XZ
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Bobby Raps
Bobby Raps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Future
Future
Executive Producer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Southside
Southside
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Don't be-, don't believe me Yeah Don't believe me, no Yeah, yeah Pretend that it hurt, but it really don't bother me Don't make it real, I prefer that you lie to me Oh, whoa, whoa Let me talk to you for a second Oh, whoa, whoa Anywhere in the world, if you hear this Yeah, yeah You can fuck on him as long as you think about me In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me You can fuck on him as long as you think about me None of it's real, we was just fakin' how to love Try to pretend, I wasn't missin' you at all Gave me your soul, hundred thousand feet above the clouds Light up the smoke, sit on them Xannies, spacin' out We was just bored, we was just bored, playin' them board games Pink, blue, yellow pill, Power Rangers, fuckin' with my mind state Try to forget, so I medicate, introduce her to the jet way It could be God himself, anyone after me is a downgrade Fuckin' the shit out this bitch, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord Kissin' all over this bitch, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord (mwah) She just tatted my name, I was thinkin' about you, oh, Lord (Just tatted my name, I was thinkin' about you) One of them things, always remain the same, oh, Lord (remain the same) Yeah, mile high club, you remember (mile high club, you remember) Flyin' 18 hours the agenda I can feel the cold heart when it's not winter (when it's not winter, I can feel the cold) Yeah, come though bustin' up shit, I'm poppin' just like a pimp do (come through, skrrt, skrrt) Talkin' south of France, made it north to east (talkin' south of France, made it from the east, yeah) Conversin' with one, it's a few ready to eat (converse with a one, but it's few ready to eat) Made it out the block where the gun sounds at, so I smoke like a chief (smoke like a chimney) I belong to the streets (I belong to the streets) I'ma always have love for a queen (always have) Plutoski (Pluto) Pluto (yeah) Young Metro, young Metro, young Metro (three times) You can't forget about our love Your introduction to the mile high club You can fuck on him as long as you think about me In the other room, on the phone, you was texting me You can fuck on him as long as you think about me Mile high club
Writer(s): Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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