Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
D Scott
D Scott
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Devon Scott
Brett Devon Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SoundsBySammy
SoundsBySammy
Producer
vikthevillian
vikthevillian
Producer

Lyrics

Phone on DND I ain't answering calls She saying I ain't puttin' in no effort at all You don't understand what it's gon' take for me to ball I swear you'll never fuckin' understand Sleepless nights to go and chase these bands Louis wallet filling up the pocket of my pants I said we was just fuckin' in advance And now you want something that I can't really give you You said your heart was cold Got it meltin' like an igloo You tryna grow old But that shit not what I'm into You said that I was cool But this dick fucked up your mental If you wanna leave, just leave If you wanna leave, be gone, just leave If you wanna leave, just leave If you wanna leave, be gone, just leave If you wanna leave, just leave, girl If you wanna leave, just leave, girl If you wanna leave, just leave If you wanna leave, just leave on me Patience is a virtue I don't think you have it I don't think I do either, it's creating static Is you gonna be here for the long haul My stock been rising I could never fall off If you wanna leave, just leave If you wanna leave, be gone, just leave If you wanna leave, just leave If you wanna leave, be gone, just leave If you wanna leave, just leave, girl If you wanna leave, just leave, girl If you wanna leave, just leave If you wanna leave, just leave on me
Writer(s): Brett Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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