Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan McDonald
Evan McDonald
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, you never acted like this (Acted like this)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, yeah (slayr)
What is the meaning of this? You never acted like this, okay (Oh-oh, you never acted)
Losing my mind off the tris, I’m never gon’ get over it (Losing my mind, gon’ get over it)
I pour my heart and soul just to keep you smiling (Keep you smiling, smiling)
She made me lose my soul, on my dick, she wilding (On dick, she wilding)
Mr. put that shit on, I'm my own stylist (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
I don’t just want your dome, baby, that is childish
I count my blessings, then move on to the next one (Next, next)
What am I missing? Love isn't for more than one (Woah, woah)
Got to remember put your trust into no one (Yeah)
Got to remember, remember, ‘member (Woah)
Are you having fun, huh? (Woah)
Shawty, yeah, you gorgeous, shawty, yeah, you priceless (Gorgeous, yes)
And you know I'm the man with the money, so you know I'm not lying (You know I’m not lying)
You know damn well you look good, no need to thank me for the kindness, huh (Thank me for the kindness, thank me for–)
Feel like I'm in trouble, life been hurting me way more then usual, it doubled (Woah, it doubled)
Life just always feels like I'm gon’ fall over and tumble (Oh, what)
Look at want you done to me, even after I still thank you for having fun with me, yeah (Done to me, fun with me, yeah)
What is the meaning of this? You never acted like this, okay (Oh-oh, you never acted)
Losing my mind off the tris, I’m never gon’ get over it (Losing my mind, gon’ get over it)
I pour my heart and soul just to keep you smiling (Keep you smiling, smiling)
She made me lose my soul, on my dick, she wilding (On dick, she wilding)
Mr. put that shit on, I'm my own stylist (My own stylist)
I don’t just want your dome–
Going under, ahh-ahh, drowning in you, woah-ah (Woah-ohh, woah-woah-woah)
Falling forever, got to break through, ooh (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Go brea–, brea–, brea–
I pour my heart and soul just to keep you smiling (Yeah-yeah-yeah, to keep you smiling)
She made me lose my soul, on my dick, she wilding (On my dick, she wild, yeah, she wild)
Mr. put that shit on, I'm my own stylist (I’m my own stylist)
I don't just want your dome, baby, that is childish (Baby, that is–)
Tryna know when your time will really be up
Not enough to just lie here right on the floor
Everything you know ‘bout love thought that shit would be us
Guess that’s really my fault for thinking that we're more
Written by: Evan McDonald
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