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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ebony KARMA Dior
Ebony KARMA Dior
Performer
Jeryn Peters
Jeryn Peters
Performer
Ebony Bankston
Ebony Bankston
Rap
Ricardo Valdez Valentine
Ricardo Valdez Valentine
Performer
Matthew Barnes
Matthew Barnes
Performer
Mitchell West
Mitchell West
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeryn Peters
Jeryn Peters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nova
Nova
Producer

Lyrics

Aw, Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah And he say... You a goddamn lie I ain't mean to say that shit Boy, I was goddamn high So we left the crib Now we in the goddamn ride He lookin' goddamn fine I wanted a nigga who was down to Earth But he want the goddamn sky, uh List of my problems Got this one on my line That won't stop fucking callin' It's crazy she made him that way Every time I see him out I see the pain in his face Like why you do that? Tell her you love her When next week You just want your space Why you do, why you do that? Tell her you want her But next week You do your own thing Why you do, why you do that? I can't explain it But just know its working for "heem" He text me I'm sorry I hate you, I hate you, I love you But how the fuck can you hate me? When I ain't did shit But be the real thing He know what it is That'll never change Ill never been the one To try to refrain While you fuck them hoes I'ma sip on this drank It's easing my brain I got real shit to stress about Boy, I ain't worried 'bout shit (Aw, shit) Remember that I tried to build ya Now I ain't worried 'bout shit I got real shit to stress about Boy, I ain't worried 'bout- (Aw, shit) Remember that I tried to build ya Now I ain't worried 'bout shit So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost As you you think I got plenty niggas In my hometown All they need is drank And that Dank So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost As you you think Got plenty of girls In my hometown All they need is drank And that Dank Now I'm like... It's a goddamn shame We done crashed We done burned But, baby you the goddamn plane See I wanted love But you wanted Goddamn fame Every goddamn thing I wanted a nigga Who was on the move But you want these Goddamn babies Nah List of my problems Got this one in my bed And he just want to sleep Fuckin' up all of the sheets He only wake up to eat Do this shit every week Like why you do that? Crying you want to be great But sleepin' until the next day Why you do that? Don't got that much in the bank, After always needin' favors Why you do, why you do that? He can't explain it But just know Its working for "heem" He claiming he down on his luck But really he don't give a fuck And I cannot make this shit up 'Cuz I ain't did shit But be the real thing He know what it is That'll never change I won't be the one To try to explain While you move the same I'ma sip on this drank It's easing the pain I got real shit to stress about Boy, I ain't worried 'bout shit (Aw, shit) Remember that I tried to build ya Now I ain't worried 'bout shit I got real shit to stress about Boy, I ain't worried 'bout- (Aw, shit) Remember that I tried to build ya Now I ain't worried about shit So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost As you you think I got plenty of niggas In my hometown All they need is Drank and that Dank So I found me a new thing I'm not as lost as you you think I got plenty of girls In my hometown All they need is Drank and that Dank
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