Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael A. Pierce
Songwriter
Kory Godfrey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eem Triplin
Producer
A0a
Engineer
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
Writer(s): Michael Pierce
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