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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dro Kenji
Dro Kenji
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Laster
Christian Laster
Lyrics
Elijah Ohiri
Elijah Ohiri
Lyrics
michael romito
michael romito
Lyrics
Motif Alumni
Motif Alumni
Lyrics
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Motif Alumni
Motif Alumni
Producer
Chance Hubbard
Chance Hubbard
Mixing Engineer
Census
Census
Producer
Donn Robb
Donn Robb
Producer
Stoopkid
Stoopkid
Producer
Edgard Herrera
Edgard Herrera
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Can't cry, my eyes dried out Big Maybach when the sun out Bitch, I can't lie, I can count on one hand all the shit I care about She fake care just to fuck right now When I'm fuckin' that bitch I be pullin' her hair out Eight more zips in the motherfuckin' spliff She got high in the spot, tried to pull my cock out What am I supposed to do? What am I, what am I supposed to do? Can't get too close to you If I tell you the truth, you gon' fuck around and psych out Chest pains, I cough through it, my head hurt, it feel good Can't get too close with you Everybody else switch, I'm asserting my timeout Everybody else not on my vibe Halloween, had to cut the lil' bitch out Heart got buriеd, its too hard to dig out Caught barbarian, hop out the green out It get scary, like how I keep thе dark out Let me go, 'cause I hate when I fall down All alone, she said live how you want now All alone, you gon' leave me abandoned All cash, no hard feelings My bank knows I'm that nigga Sweet soda, I'm sippin' Pour volcano, my cup drippin' I'm so official Checked her pussy off my wishlist And so what? I risk it Live my life, not ever trippin' Can't cry, my eyes dried out Big Maybach when the sun out Bitch, I can't lie, I can count on one hand all the shit I care about She fake care just to fuck right now When I'm fuckin' that bitch I be pullin' her hair out Eight more zips in the motherfuckin' spliff She got high in the spot, tried to pull my cock out What am I supposed to do? What am I, what am I supposed to do? Can't get too close to you If I tell you the truth, you gon' fuck around and psych out Chest pains, I cough through it My head hurt, it feel good, can't get too close with you Everybody else switch, I'm asserting my timeout
Writer(s): Michael Romito, Marcus Rucker, Danny Jenrette, Elijah Ohiri, Christian Laster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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