Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Princeton Flanagan
Songwriter
Yohan Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ahram
Producer
Lyrics
I feel emotionally drained, i'm declined
Feels like i'm wasting your time
Finna bottle up thoughts in my mind
I confronted, they all of my niggas
None of them really gave me a sign
I feel like a mime, they silencing me all the time
Ask somebody, how much do you want?
Finna stack up like buns
Finna call your girl my hun
I'm doing just fine, i'm saving the time, but i'm alone, can you just come?
I gotta numb the pain away instead, i'm using a gun
As somebody in your place, we will go off
You know i'm on my own, woah
You know i'm calling you tonight
Me and you are gonna be alright
Try tonight please get ready, we gon' play rough
So please give it all your awe
Then maybe you can win it all oh woah
You'll come back around
You was gonna rob all the times you played
You was at my place, all the times you stayed, mmm
I know where we'll go
I know where we'll go
Someone should've told you all along, along
Yeah lemme win it all yeah
God brought us to the top and we won't fall yeah, yeah
Yeah lemme win it all yeah
God brought us to the top and we won't fall yeah, yeah
Mc and waves we at it again
Not dating no bitches so fuck all your friends
Give us some years and we be whipping a Benz
Just like kamakazie we aim for the chins
Niggas been like "where the fuck have you been, your music is trash that shit not a ten"
Sorry can't hear you i'm fucking your friend
We fucking and talking so please come again
As somebody in your place, we will go off
You know i'm on my own, woah
You know i'm calling you tonight
Me and you are gonna be alright
Try tonight please get ready, we gon' play rough
So please give it all your awe
Then maybe you can win it all oh woah
Writer(s): Princeton Flanagan
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