Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexandra Fastuca
Songwriter
Caleb Reed
Songwriter
Lyrics
Ayy-yeah
(The Wrist) yeah
Daily you been stressed
Why the unnecessary attitude? I'm pressed
Why you can't see what's right in front of you? Stay blessed
Stop tryna act like I ain't been there like the rest
I always put you first, how you gon' second guess?
I guess that's what I get for callin' you a friend, yeah
You were just in love with me, that's why you made it end, yeah
You let all your feelings get in the way of us
Got me lookin' dumb as fuck
But I won't fold for nothin', wasn't long ago that I created somethin'
Crazy how when you keep to yourself, the rest comes runnin'
Left my ex 'cause only love we ever had was truly lusted
Couldn't deal with someone who I'd never respect or put trust in
Move from state to state like I was on the run, needed a reason
To come up on everyone, so I could say that it's my season
Thought you knew better
You're not supposed to bite the hand that feeds ya
If it wasn't for that fake shit, we'd still kick it every weekend
You ain't runnin' shit, so you can stay the fuck away, yeah
You be swervin' out, you need to stay up in that lane, yeah
I be makin' moves on me, that shit be day to day
No, I don't fuck with you, catch me fuckin' with a lame
I was trappin' hard low-key outside my mama's place, yeah
I dropped outta school, I barely hit the 10th grade
Couldn't stick to broke, chasin' this paper been my thing
Well, you work for a wage, I swear to God we not the same
Why stay in ya bracket when bitches stay stagnant?
I don't wanna discuss nobody, you whack
And the only thing I want is money and happiness
Gimme the love, you can keep all the baggage
I don't say too much until I get to rappin'
'Cause that's when they sit down and quit all the yappin'
And listen to shit that they let flow right past 'em
Preachin' to this bitch as if I was a pastor, yeah
Wish you knew how deep it really was
I thought you had me, then you stopped hittin' me up
I'm fucked up, man, I just needed some love
Well, take my life because I think I've had enough
That's how I think when I go reminisce
About before and what it was back then
My bad for snappin', I'm not tryna be a bitch, but
Never woulda thought you switch up
I don't really wish you luck, nah, oh
You so brand-new, you got me fucked up, why you act like that?
Best friends gon' leave you lonely like some bands I need to stack
All good either way, my feelings tucked, ain't mad
But don't hit my line 'cause you can't come back
You ain't runnin' shit, so you can stay the fuck away, yeah
You be swervin' out, you need to stay up in that lane, yeah
I be makin' moves on me, that shit be day to day
No, I don't fuck with you, catch me fuckin' with a lame
I was trappin' hard low-key outside my mama's place, yeah
I dropped outta school, I barely hit the 10th grade
Couldn't stick to broke, chasin' this paper been my thing
Well, you work for a wage, I swear to God we not the same
You ain't runnin' shit, so you can stay the fuck away, yeah
You be swervin' out, you need to stay up in that lane, yeah
I be makin' moves on me, that shit be day to day
No, I don't fuck with you, catch me fuckin' with a lame
I was trappin' hard low-key outside my mama's place, yeah
I dropped outta school, I barely hit the 10th grade
Couldn't stick to broke, chasin' this paper been my thing
Well, you work for a wage, I swear to God we not the same
Writer(s): Alexandra Fastuca, Caleb Reed
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