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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael A. Pierce
Michael A. Pierce
Songwriter
Kory Godfrey
Kory Godfrey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eem Triplin
Eem Triplin
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A0a
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Lyrics

(Yea) Apologies in advance Cus you don't deserve this And I'm man enough to admit it, mbzy I wish I could tell you that I'm the same I wish I could promise I'll never change I wish I could be the man you deserve Can't bend to your will without feeling strange I gotta be myself no matter the damage No matter the pain that I gotta manage I gave you time but you taking advantage The scars underneath, there's no way you can bandage And how'd it get from ocean views out of town Taking trips to all these different destinations Now it's like every time that I come around you Start trippin' bout past relations How could you judge me for something I had way before you was even an option I seen how you took our private conversations And posted them as your own caption I admit I was moving wild, didn't think you'd catch me slipping Fucking with all of these women Acting so juvenile on my bullshit like on my jersey it say pippen Born as a middle child so I work for it cause nothing I got was ever given A man of many styles, look how far I came Didn't think I would still be living Step on the gas like there is no limit All that I got left is me and my image I cannot wait up not even a minute So much time wasted I need every second All of my loses push me to the limit No more hoping in foreign cars that is rented I get impatient I can't be committed Ain't taking back nothing I said cause I meant it (Look) She used to deal with the typical No L's pic in front of a vehicle Beautiful melanin never get pale in the swimming pool Let me talk shit to you Aggressive approach, that i meant to do I don't see no good befriending you You said I'm falling in line I drink you like wine, taking my time while i finish you (Yea) Look (Look) Rising young god of this shit We fucked in car and then crib Apple is shuffling shit, funny they playing our shit Smoke good think she lacing the spliffs Round of the day this the 5th Her favorite thing is to give me face in the vip I just been waiting to dip (Yea) Valet gone drop my top Shady niggas can't block my shine, hope I kill ya vibes Know we gone win why stop Mad it far from the block with some niggas that I know gone ride She said she feeling my vibes And we gone fuck and put feelings aside, I doubt it Shawty already paid for telly, she bout it Filling her sweet tooth while smoking on sour Step on the gas like there is no limit All that I got left is me and my image I cannot wait up not even a minute So much time wasted I need every second All of my loses push me to the limit No more hoping in foreign cars that is rented I get impatient I can't be committed Ain't taking back nothing I said cause I meant it
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