Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Du Plessis
Songwriter
Thomas Edwards
Songwriter
Lyrics
So, what's it all for, baby?
Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow)
You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy)
I'm crying on the floor
Oh, what's it all for, baby?
Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow)
You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy)
I'm crying on the floor
(I'm crying baby, I'm crying tears of sadness)
I love it when she dress classy but act nasty
Cold raps and stoned naps on the backseat
I could toe tag anyone so don't at me
Don't get offended when I tell you kiss my asscheeks
Dripping with the sawce so sick you need a vaccine
She fucking with my tracks so I fuck her like an athlete
Fucking with a trash trap rap on a trap beat
But I ain't travis so I ain't trapping
Rather be Miller the way that I'm macking
But rest in peace to a legend
One day I will meet you up in heaven
Rest in peace to my goat
Cared enough that he showed me the ropes
And I know you ain't single but you looking real good
And I know I really shouldn't but I'm probably gonna do it
So I pull up in the Benz
Nah I'm kidding it's a Getz
But fuck it I ain't stressed
I ain't stressed yeah
Couldn't care less
Cus I'm dressed real smooth and I smell real nice
And I feel real cool
Slick man big vibe
Smoke the good good
Out a pipe
Blazed for the night
So, what's it all for, baby?
Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow)
You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy)
I'm crying on the floor
Oh, what's it all for, baby?
Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow)
You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy)
I'm crying on the floor
(I'm crying baby)
This the risky text Olympics
Hit you with my pimp stick
Working on my God flow
So you'll find me on Olympus
Ollie off a 6 step
Probably causing mischief
Probably make your bitch wet
When she see my dimples
She thinking God I'm so delicious
Man And She looking like a gymnast
She call me daddy but I think
That's the root of her issues
Got me trying to fill in those big shoes
I'm Colder than an igloo
But too much snow and it might kill you
Leave you floating in the big blue
I hope I can never have to read
your Obituary a visionary
But sometimes man all my visions scary
She calling shotgun but she riding missionary
She call me sometimes when her fucking vision blurry
I'm smoking dirty Mary
And I be storming on this beat like my name was fucking Halle berry
And I don't want to blame you
For checking my style
Cos' this shits been fresh for a little while
I see you crack a little smile
You see we get a little wild
And I don't ever wanna change
She ring the dinner bell
Time to feed my habits
Fore we get it on like rabbits
Shit gets a little bit savage
Uh smoking cabbage
And I be balling like a maverick
Cold with the flow like a fan is
I cut like a knife here's a bandage
Looking for a bad bitch
Easy tiger
Bitch
So, what's it all for, baby?
Oh, I don't even know. (I don't knooow)
You got me going super crazy (I'm going crazy)
I'm crying on the floor
Writer(s): Josh Du Plessis
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