制作
出演艺人
Future
声乐
Chris XZ
吉他
作曲和作词
Nayvadius Wilburn
词曲作者
Leland Wayne
词曲作者
Jordan Holt-May
词曲作者
制作和工程
Metro Boomin
制作人
Chris XZ
其他制作人
Zaytoven
制作人
Eric Manco
录音工程师
Ethan Stevens
混音工程师
Victor Luevanos
助理工程师
Aaron Fugeri
助理工程师
Joe LaPorta
母带工程师
歌词
[Chorus]
Maybe we just runnin' out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (Of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
[Verse 1]
I can't trust nobody, I can't trust nobody I know
Left me alone, I was grindin', I had to find myself
Real one, had to remind myself
Sometimes even rich **** get lost
I'm experiencin' more paranoia
Finding love got me more paranoid
I can't tell who real anymore
It's the ones that I cherish and adore
It'll never be like it was before
Before I was climbing up the charts
When you leaving, you leave me no choice
I'll come back and unpack the Rolls-Royce
I'll come through if you need me, of course
Hope it come to the day we rejoice
I got your back like a spine
[Chorus]
Maybe we just runnin' out of time
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (Of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself
[Verse 2]
Never could trust you, I still got your location on
Fell out of love, I delete all the nudes out your phone
Can't get a reaction out of me, that's what you want
It's not sexy to show your vulnerability, keep it calm
Had her eatin' sushi out my palm
Got a new penthouse, sittin' at The Palms
Got a flock of birds wrapped 'round my arms
Tried to park the Bugatti in the lobby
Went to Puerto Rico, went to Bali
Got her body done just for a hobby (I did)
Got her skatin' on new ice like it's hockey (Pluto)
Made her throw away all the Versace
Bitches fuckin' each other, we watchin'
[Chorus]
Maybe we just runnin' out of time (Of time)
Ain't no need to try to hold you up 'cause you always mines
But I can't trust nobody, I was down, wasn't nobody left
They done turned they back on me, never turned on myself (Never turned on myself)
[Outro]
Baby, we runnin' through time zones
You comin' back, no matter where you go
Aye
Yeah, I'm fried, yeah, I'm fried
Hold on, yeah, I'm fried
Hold on
And I'm tryna get fried, so pass the weed over here
Fried
Yeah, y'all ain't exempt
It's her birthday
Let's do it
Whose birthday is it?
Alright, come on, I'll pick up the song back goin' so y'all can take shots
Yes, sir
Written by: Bobby Raps, Christopher Townsend, Jordan Holt-May, Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn

