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You Won
25
R&B/Soul
You Won was released on October 29, 2025 by PM RECORDING as a part of the album You Won - Single
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Release DateOctober 29, 2025
LabelPM RECORDING
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Priscilla Manning
Priscilla Manning
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Priscilla Manning
Priscilla Manning
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solarre
Solarre
Producer

Lyrics

It's boutta be a cold ass winter
You thought you was happier with her
You thought she was the one
You thought that you was done
You boutta get the facts and printer
I know you hear my name and hear my songs
Regretting everything that's wrong and gone
I'm driving 95
Im trying to save my life
Scarred from how long this shit went on and on for
Woah, right hand right hand filler
Romo Romo killer
Eat your dinner
Your dinner
Your dinner
And take every bit of it with ya
I know all our flames are left unfound
I know you wont even make a sound
This boutta be the last one you hear now
Well your done baby
Well you won baby
My goodness gracias
Couldn't even fight it over borders
Lately I been trying to find the words to describe how it went down
Memorized your lines to figure out making my head pound
You couldn't stick around
Despite laying me down
How bout we go round town
And turn the volume up loud
These f- merry go rounds
and empty seas
What you done to me
Baby nobody competes with you
Despite all you put me through
Still won't go back to you
Dropping all these damn clues
Making me look a fool
A fool, yeah
And you just can't seem to see that it's all complete
Woah, right hand right hand filler
Romo Romo killer
Eat your dinner
Your dinner
Your dinner
And take every bit of it with ya
I know all our flames are left unfound
I know you wont even make a sound
This boutta be the last one you hear now
Well your done baby
Well you won baby
This was the take off
The never pay off
The favor fake off
The break up
The never make up
And wake up naked
The lying
The bitches crying
And multiplying
Saying they fine and they'll be alright
But, they know they lying
The preaching no getting even
Fighting your demons
You weakening and now your reaching
Trying to keep him
Reroute it
Don't talk about it
Move on without it
Be proud and don't let no **** leave you 'lone crying
Written by: Priscilla Manning
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