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