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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tinashe
Tinashe
Performer
Jeezy
Jeezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Andre Proctor
Andre Proctor
Songwriter
Brian Soko
Brian Soko
Songwriter
Lyrica Anderson
Lyrica Anderson
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Detail
Detail
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The Order
The Order
Producer

Lyrics

Black Eskimo baby chinchilla black llama With the arguing and the drama That's on my mamma My alter ego a fool so I won't defend them It is what it is at least I ain't pretending (You, you) Can we pretend That everything is like yesterday What if I just wanna feel you touching me? Ain't nobody perfect So if you take a while to make it worth it I wanna pretend Let's pretend that we 'bout to break up To catch the feelings that way we make up Legs up, suicide, north side We never count points when we courtside Let's pretend I ain't your friend So we can get it on again Let's pretend we never met A good excuse to play forget Let's pretend you never lied So I can give it up all night Swallow my pride and learn to forgive When I'm looking for love I pretend It's you A love that never ends I pretend it's you That I'm in love with If we pretend that I'm happy when I'm really not Pretend that I give you everything I've got Pretend that I'm there when I ain't there Pretend that I care when I don't care Once upon a time, I did Now I admit that I was fucking with a kid Now I pretend that everything's straight When everything just ain't just covered up like paint Let's pretend it's my first time So you can really blow my mind Let's pretend we never met A good excuse to play forget Let's pretend you never lied So I can give it up all night Swallow my pride, and learn to forgive When I'm looking for love I pretend It's you A love that never ends I pretend it's you That I'm in love with I was balling at the... had it less See me in the club bunch of bitches in my section You got a semi with the streets, yeah we got a deep Connection Don't miss out on your blessing and be back stressing Two door mustard Dodge Grey Poupon in this bitch Wrist frostbit, might need an arm in this bitch Gangster and a gentleman, the best of both worlds I'm handsome and I'm wealthy, I can leave with all the girls Pipe game crazy I could've been a plumber Self made boss ya I used to be a runner Hear you talking about commitment I get stiffer than a Mannequin Your girls say I'ma handful, they doubt if you can handle it Imaginary player, your nigga fake balling Me, I'm with the shits though your nigga stay stalling Ain't got time for them bags, them bitches ain't got shit Hit the club every night to flex their new outfit, pretending You A love that never ends I pretend it's you That I'm in love with Can we pretend? (Can we pretend?)
Writer(s): Noel Fisher, Tinashe K. Kachingwe, Brian Soko, Rasool Diaz, Floyd Bentley, Andre Proctor, Lyrica Nasha Anderson, Rakim Mayers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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