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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sterling Simms
Sterling Simms
Performer
Pusha T
Pusha T
Performer
Fisticuffs
Fisticuffs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sterling Simms
Sterling Simms
Composer
Mac Robinson
Mac Robinson
Composer
Brian Keith Warfield
Brian Keith Warfield
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Andrew Wansel
Andrew Wansel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fisticuffs
Fisticuffs
Producer
Jimmy Douglass
Jimmy Douglass
Mixing Engineer
Alex Graupera
Alex Graupera
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

The tears have multiplied Sunny-side up, shit, my brain fried My reality is your favorite lie I should have known the first time you gave me some thighs But I was diggin' my heart a six-foot hole And you was gon' put the dirt back on I shoulda never called and left you alone But my mama raised me better than that, fuck you And now I Can't believe you are who you say you are, no Cause I know love when I see that motherfucker, baby And now I'm drinkin' gin behind the wheel of my car Cause I know love when I see that bitch, woah Tears don't buy I gotta keep a smile just to hide my cry Sometimes I will call you a bitch Yeah I know it's disrespectful and all that shit But you gotta understand what you did to my heart The first one to open it then break it apart Girl I was at the finish line, even that start Yet you was in the third lane but had me in park When I was trying to go somewhere with you But we would end up right back And I wanted to be somethin' to you But now I'm back in my bag, baby, baby Baby I wanna leave cause I can't Stay right here, baby won't you tell me Woah, say tell me what it is, tell me what it is I just You say I treat home like a pit stop Like I'm Stevie J, love and hip-hop We got a love-hate, sometimes we flip-flop Moved you to the sticks, [?] As I make mine, you thinkin' it's play time Chokin' on what you heard through the grapevine Them bitches in your head, when I ain't in your bed Like Momma Dee pointed out, I was left for dead Now I'm movin' on, where I do belong And I found a new arm to hang them Lou' Vuittons Yuugh, damn Cupid missed Guess I'll know love when I see that bitch I just I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, damn Ain't no sunshine when the pussy's gone And you can't go cryin', you gotta chalk it up My nigga Flippa, it's time to roll up Cause I'm just out here crazy, missin' her love
Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Terrence Thornton, Mac Robinson, Brian Warfield, Sterling Simms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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