積分
演出藝人
James Curtis
聲樂
詞曲
James Curtis
詞曲創作
Coye Sanders
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Gohan Boy
製作人
歌詞
I make a pitstop on the way to you at the gift shop
Blow a bag, just to make you pissed off for the day
Night time, list off all the things
That you wanna do to me
Yeah, like how do you usually?
Get to the point where you're losin' me
Got me trippin' over something, truthfully
Yeah, that's foolery
Yeah, I'm back and I did it
I call her Tea 'cause that shorty be Twisted
Send the location, I'm payin' a visit
Your description, so scripted, I'ma need something more consistent
I admit it, I could fix it, but it's work I ain't goin' the distance
I just don't pay it no mind no more
She don't wanna take all my time no more
I'm tryin' to leave, I can't find the door
Why she tired of me? I can tell by the snore
It only takes one girl to make you forget how to have fun
She could sit in my room countin' my funds
Get this girl out my system
Why are you always playin' the victim?
The wrong things that I did, baby list 'em
I'm goin' crazy, I might fill the whole list up
She tryna get personal, give her my Finsta
Hard work it been payin' me off, and then some
Write a new coupe off, you just rent some
Yeah, it's ransom
I get a, uhh, like damn son
(Okay, it's yeah-aye-yeah)
(Yeah-aye-yeah)
I make a pitstop on the way to you at the gift shop
Blow a bag, just to make you pissed off for the day
Night time, list off all the things
That you wanna do to me
Yeah, like how do you usually?
Get to the point where you're losin' me
Got me trippin' over something, truthfully
Yeah, that's foolery
Yeah, truthfully
I want you back in and slidin'
Bands transport, it's slidin'
That ain't Bora Bora baby, you lyin'
Said that she bored, come tell me 'bout it
I been givin' love, I don't need no wallet
Yeah, I put in that shit that sound robotic
My bitch spent more than your deal on her body
It been a bad night, I still made a couple bands today
Fuck it I missed the flight, front end still gon' have to pay
Racks in a fold, this shit can't crease
That ain't Milan, that's Tampa Beach
Your geolocation be trippin'
You don't never ever go on them trips, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Fuck it, let's go fly out right now
I ain't tied down, I ain't tied down
Yeah, it's ransom
I get a, uhh, like damn son
I make a pitstop on the way to you at the gift shop
Blow a bag, just to make you pissed off for the day
Night time, list off all the things
That you wanna do to me
Yeah, like how do you usually?
Get to the point where you're losin' me
Got me trippin' over something, truthfully
Yeah, that's foolery
(That ain't Bora Bora baby, you lyin')
(Said that she bored, come tell me)
(My bitch spent more than your deal on her body)
(I'm tryin' to leave I can't find the door)
(I'm tryin' to, find the door, fi-find the door)
Written by: Coye Sanders, James Curtis
