Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brantley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pooka
Producer
Lyrics
I don't want that
I want this
I want facts
All my fault
I'm on my last yeah
I said hit me on the cell
Fuck your nine to five
Tell me why I'm wrong
You need to make it right
You get saved by the bell
But you alone at night
Why'd it take so long?
You need to tell me why (yeah)
Open
Why'd you leave my text on open?
You gon' answer back I'm hoping
I hope I don't lose my focus
I don't want to, yeah
Oh no
Why'd we ever take that photo?
Why'd I let myself get so low?
I think ima take it solo
I don't want answers now
You want 'em faster
I could abandon now
You would be stranded
I cannot stand it now
You not the last one
I should've planned it out but
I cannot fathom that it would be so hell
Yeah
Full of it but you won't tell at all
No I'm not the one at all
You said you the one that fell
Oh no
Yeah
Yo
Yo
I said hit me on the cell
Fuck your nine to five
Tell me why I'm wrong
You need to make it right
You get saved by the bell
But you alone at night
Why'd it take so long?
You need to tell me why (yeah)
Open
Why'd you leave my text on open?
You gon' answer back I'm hoping
I hope I don't lose my focus
I don't want to, yeah
Oh no
Why'd we ever take that photo?
Why'd I let myself get so low?
I think ima take it solo
Writer(s): David Brantley
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