Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blxst
Vocals
Kiara Sheé
Speaker
Abigail Achiri
Speaker
Christina Carbajal
Speaker
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Graham
Songwriter
Matthew Burdette
Songwriter
Benjamin M Wilson
Songwriter
Stephane Antione Reibaldi
Songwriter
Mark Spears
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben10k
Producer
Dylan Graham
Producer
Sounwave
Producer
Lance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Chris Ulrich
Engineer
James Musshorn
Engineer
Noah Rodriguez
Assistant Engineer
Jeremy "Jboi" Jung
Sound Design
Matt Bernard
Co-Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Patron
Producer
Lyrics
And I hate when you pick me apart
You know my weakness
You a demon for keeping my heart
Give me a reason to start
I can't tell if you're reflecting myself in you
But I hope there's still some hope in us fixing our lil' issue
Girl I was hoping to build with you
But if you leave it's even you bringing that L with you
I shoulda never took you court-side
Or let you push the Porsche in sports drive
I'm still the villain yes of course
I know, I know
Yeah
I'm lit I hate to show my dark side
Should've changed your name from heart eyes
If they say home where the heart is
Why I feel like I'm always outside
You can call it part of my selfish ways
I'm too player to let myself get played
If we happen to go our separate ways, ohh
Don't hate the player hate the game
You can call it part of my selfish ways
I'm too player to let my self get played
If we happen to go our separate ways, ohh
Don't hate the player hate the game
I never told you what's been weighing on my shoulders
Not as pretty as you want it try to catch me when I'm sober
Opened up to give you closure
But its pain in exchange for the dreams I done sold yo
How could you blame me, you forgot I'm human too
It shouldn't stain me
Sorry I'm not bulletproof
Sorry for my sorries
Yeah that's hardly something I ever do
Cut me out your heart and throw a party if I mention you
I shoulda never took you court-side
Or let you take off in the frog eyes
I'm still the villain yes of course
I know, I know
Yeah
I'm at the point if it don't work then fine
I left my feelings on a hard drive
I know how where the heart is
But it feel like I'm always outside
You can call it part of my selfish ways
I'm too player to let myself get played
If we happen to go our separate ways, ohh
Don't hate the player hate the game
You can call it part of my selfish ways
I'm too player to let my self get played
If we happen to go our separate ways, ohh
Don't hate the player hate the game
You can call it part of my selfish ways
I'm too player to let myself get played
If we happen to go our separate ways, ohh
Then hate the game
Hate the game
Hate the game
Happen to go our separate ways, ohh
Oh he sent you a car?
He did
This is nice! Are these leather seats?
You see it
The windows are tinted, girl this is cute
This is broke adjacent
Tsk girl...
What?
Can you act like you been somewhere for once
I have been to so many places, and that is how I know this is not IT
My man is on the come up, he building
Oh, I didn't know he was in construction
I mean, I am tryna be IN a building... top floor, penthouse suite, a driver with a nice whip. No offense, Birdie
And you can have that, with him
Ugh
I mean my mom did always say
You're single until you're married, honey
No!
Anything worth having, is worth working for
I want that
Struggle love
Not that
That's literally what she just described
You always got some thing to say
Ya'll okay! Birdie, it's up here on the left, and be safe in this rain
And get them brakes fixed
Ya'll come on
That's what I mean like you always got something to say
I done had a week, I'm just tryna get a
Writer(s): Mark Spears, Dylan Graham, Benjamin Mcgregor Wilson, Matthew Dean Burdette, Stephane Antoine Reibaldi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com