Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kay Khali
Performer
FK
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leroy Okwiri
Lyrics
Raimi Marekia
Lyrics
Brian Wachira
Composer
Fred Koech
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Wachira
Producer
FK
Producer
Lyrics
Were on our way to hell
Hope you don't kiss and tell
Still wish your mama well
Keep my soul on the shelf
Keep my thoughts to myself
Throw that shit on my belt
Not asking how you felt
But what's the tears about?
Least I'm not lying
You could just hear me out
At least I'm trying
Oh wei Oh wei Oh wai
Oh wei Oh wei Oh wei
Like
Got a reputation I need upheld
Wishing you strength I'm taking it back
Baby gal I hope you ain't doing too well
Got peers on my right and tears on my left
Tens in my sight that I'm Tryna intercept
Why you Tryna interject?
Where's the self respect?
Been on the road Tryna find my way
Seen a couple tings and they caught my gaze
Nigga like me had to make a play
Teach a ho like you how to stay in her place
Eat your own food, don't stare at my plate
She in these streets, throwing dirt on my name
She an ex but she still on my case
She an ex but she still on my
Were on our way to hell
Hope she don't kiss and tell
Got shows I need a cell
Keep my thoughts to myself
Hold my tears in a well
For now I'm by myself
Throw that shit on a belt
But what's the tears about?
Least I'm not lying
You could just hear me out
At least I'm trying
Writer(s): Brian Wachira, Fred Koech
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