Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ebony KARMA Dior
Performer
Jeryn Peters
Performer
Ebony Bankston
Rap
Ricardo Valdez Valentine
Performer
Matthew Barnes
Performer
Mitchell West
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeryn Peters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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
Writer(s): Jeryn Peters
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