Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lxst
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Matthews
Lyrics
Lyrics
KimJ wit' the heat
Same old story every time you come around
You a red nose shawty, but you looking like a clown
Xtravulous
I been goin' ain't no stoppin', think I'll pour another round
Damn, same shit you keep bringing me down
Same old story every time you come around
You a red nose shawty, but you looking like a clown
I been goin', ain't no stoppin', think I'll pour another round, yeah
I think I'm tired for the last time, yeah
I think I'm tired for the last time
You say you love me, but you said that shit the last time
Don't give a fuck, I just don't know how to act right, yeah
Bands up in my pocket, I walk with a lean, yeah
I can't love that ho because that bitch a fiend
I made it happen, I was trappin' just to get some feed
She hit me up, she tryna fuck ,I told that bitch to leave
You know that I'm poppin', I be flawless, I got what you need
Remember all them nights when we was talkin' just to fall asleep
That **** broke your heart, I held you down, your tears on my sleeve
Promise you the world, you wanted more, girl, you want everything
I don't care if I die tomorrow
I'll be good, there's no time for sorrow
Memories I drown in the bottle
You gave me a hard pill to swallow
Same shit you keep bringing me down
Same old story every time you come around
You a red nose shawty, but you looking like a clown
I been goin', ain't no stoppin', think I'll pour another round, yeah
I think I'm tired for the last time, yeah
I think I'm tired for the last time
You say you love me, but you said that shit the last time
Don't give a fuck, I just don't know how to act right, yeah
Gassed up shawty
But I don't need no forty
I been high up on that gas
When I wake up in the morning
She gon' let me see that ass
I want all my bitches foreign
Wit' a little bit of cash
Kick 'em all out in the mornin'
I ain't wonderin' where you at
She be basic, she be boring
Left her ass right in the past
Just for fun like I be sportin'
Know I'm finna get these racks
From the bottom I was born in
Young **** in my bag
I sell these shows and I be tourin', damn
I don't care if I die tomorrow
I'll be good, there's no time for sorrow
Memories I drown in the bottle
You gave me a hard pill to swallow
Same shit you keep bringing me down
Same old story every time you come around
You a red nose shawty, but you looking like a clown
I been goin', ain't no stoppin', think I'll pour another round, yeah
I think I'm tired for the last time, yeah
I think I'm tired for the last time
You say you love me, but you said that shit the last time
Don't give a fuck, I just don't know how to act right
Tired for the last time
Say you love me, but you said that shit the last time
Written by: Malcolm Matthews