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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aminé
Aminé
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irvin Mejia
Irvin Mejia
Songwriter
Adam Aminé Daniel
Adam Aminé Daniel
Songwriter
Terry Watson
Terry Watson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Morning Estrada
Morning Estrada
Mixing Engineer
Tee-WaTT
Tee-WaTT
Producer
Pasqué
Pasqué
Co-Producer
Emmanuel Gallegos
Emmanuel Gallegos
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah This sound like Yeah, my mama told me to close the door I don't wanna close it no more Oh, I wonder why Yeah, I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why Me, I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why She wonder why, why I wonder why She be wondering why, why Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I'm gon' show no frowns) Why, why, why (Okay, drop it) Yeah To the floor and I'm back Had to relax and never relapse Shoutout to Reese, the sex was like crack I need love, I'm depressed, I'm a fool, I'm a mess But my first priority is never second best (I've been down, PCH with the fam) I'm that nigga and I know it (I can feel the sun hittin' on my veins) Pupils dilated, they don't focus Can't nobody ever know this, they can't know this Probably on some fresh shit Should've done some mass shit Runnin' through my last check Wish I knew some magic Stressin' out crazy Wish I had a clone-me Said she wanna talk, but I hope it's not a baby Oh, I wonder why Yeah, I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why Me, I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why She wonder why, why I wonder why She be wondering why, why Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I'm gon' show no frowns) Why, why, why I just bought my mama a new whip, straight cash I paid my taxes, so it hurts my racks I hate when niggas say, "chill out", and they ain't got no chill They let me skip the DMV line, that's when I knew it was real I pulled up, rocket, goin', pretty, fast I'm the, type to, get the, bag Fuck it, let's just, count it, fast I don't know why I'm feeling down I don't know no goofies, or no loose leafs This ain't a hand out, don't take no cookies Hey, look, I'm stressed out, I'm straight from movies But this is real life, so let's just, you know what, fuck it Oh, I wonder why Yeah, I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why Me, I wonder why, why Yeah, I wonder why She wonder why, why I wonder why She be wondering why, why Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I keep my head down) Why, why, why, why, why, why, why (I'm gon' show no frowns) Why, why, why Running out of breath Every time we fuck The sex is amazing But it feels like a rush I'm running out of breath Every time we fuck The sex is amazing But it feels like a rush (rush)
Writer(s): Irvin Mejia, Adam Amine Daniel, Terry Watson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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