Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Vocals
MIKE DEAN
Guitar
Charlie Wilson
Background Vocals
Brenda Lee
Sampled Artist
Ponderosa Twins Plus One
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Songwriter
Noah Goldstein
Songwriter
Charlie Wilson
Songwriter
Malik Yusef El Shabazz Jones
Songwriter
Elon Rutberg
Songwriter
Norman Whiteside
Songwriter
Bobby Massey
Songwriter
Cydel Young
Songwriter
Sakiya Sandifer
Songwriter
Ronnie Self
Songwriter
Ernest Dion Wilson
Songwriter
DUKES BOBBY
Songwriter
John Legend
Songwriter
Michael G. Dean
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Producer
Che Pope
Producer
Noah Goldstein
Recording Engineer
Marc Portheau
Assistant Recording Engineer
Khoi Huynh
Assistant Recording Engineer
Raoul Le Pennec
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nabil Essemlani
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Delbert Bowers
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
David Covell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eric Danchick
Producer
Eric Lynn
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Josh Smith
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
NO-ID
Producer
Sean Oakley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
B-B-B-Bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love
(Uh-huh, honey)
All them other niggas lame, and you know it now
When a real nigga hold you down, you supposed to drown
Bound (bound) to fall in love
B-B-B-Bound (bound) to fall in love
(Uh-huh, honey)
What you doing in the club on a Thursday?
She say she only here for her girl birthday
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty
Rock Forever 21 but just turned 30
I know I got a bad reputation
Walk-around-always-mad reputation
Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation
Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation
I turnt the nightclub out of the basement
I'll turn the plane around, your ass keep complaining
How you gon' be mad on vacation?
Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans
Uh, this that prom shit
This that what we do, don't tell your mom shit
This that red cup, all on the lawn shit
Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (uh-huh, honey)
Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches
Bound (bound) to fall in love
Bound (bound) to fall in love (uh-huh, honey)
I wanna fuck you hard on the sink
After that, give you something to drink
Step back, can't get spunk on the mink
I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
Hey, you remember where we first met?
Okay, I don't remember where we first met
But hey, admitting is the first step
And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect
And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep
But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect
And hey, ayo, we made it, Thanksgiving
So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas
She asked me what I wished for on the wishlist
Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?
Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
But first, you gon' remember how to forget
After all these long-ass verses
I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just grab somebody, no leaving this party
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
Uh-huh, honey
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Bound (bound) to fall in love
Bound (bound) to fall in love
(Uh-huh, honey)
Writer(s): Che J. Pope, Kanye Omari West, Ronnie Self, Charles K. Wilson, Malik Yusef El Shabbaz Jones, John Roger Stephens, Michael G. Dean, Cydel Charles Young, Lester Allen Mckenzie, Bobby Massey, Bobby Dukes, Sakiya Sandifer, Norman Virgil Whiteside
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