Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
Sy Ari Da Kid
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Travis Peterson
Songwriter
Mandell Strawter
Songwriter
Sy Brockington
Songwriter
Joseph Anthony Gardner
Songwriter
Billy Angelo Garcia
Songwriter
Melvin Hough
Songwriter
Rivelino Wouter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teauxny
Producer
Illa Jones
Producer
Mel & Mus
Producer
Firas Quick
Recording Engineer
KAME HOUSE
Recording Engineer
Phillip "Big Dockz" Cromwell
Assistant Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sy Ari Da Kid
Producer
Lyrics
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play its course
Let you tell it, what's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport
Yeah, first take
You ain't on time, you were late (yeah!)
When you around me, you're safe (lit!)
You can't go off of a hearsay
I know that look on your face
You think you winnin' a race
You think all I do is play (yeah!)
I didn't put you in your place
Then why you still here in my place?
Yeah, thought so
Yeah, and also
You think too much, we all know
You think too much, we all know (yeah)
I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (yeah!)
You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (straight up!)
I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya
'Cause I know
Don't like what I saw (don't like what I saw)
This life without yours (this life without yours)
Despite I was lost (despite I was lost)
Despite you got flaws (ooh)
Just let our love play its course (yeah!)
Let you tell it (ooh)
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (ooh)
All the signs I ignored (ooh)
I play love like a sport (ooh)
(Yeah!)
This love won't grow 'less we find growth
Wipe down your nose girl, won't you come over?
Let's both find h-
Let's f- them both
But you think too hard, we all know
You think too hard, we all know
So say nothin', nothin'
You think too hard, we all know
Yeah, you know I'd rather lead than to follow
You and me, mano y mano, baby (it's lit)
'Cause I know, I know
Don't like what I saw (yeah)
This life without yours (yeah, yeah)
Despite I was lost (ayy)
Despite you got flaws (ayy)
Just let our love play its course (oh)
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (all is yours)
All the signs I ignored (uh-huh)
I play love like a sport (like a sport, no, yeah)
Okay, lil' mama
I still ain't heard from lil' mama
We go back to Angliana
When you was studying in College
But I called you and brought you
Out to Santa Monica
Believed in you, I was your sponsor
I got love for you, but I'm not in love
Gave me affection
Girl, I was lost, you gave me direction
Went through f- you with no protection
All my blessings, girl, you one of all my blessings
You think I don't care about you
Girl, you better call my best friend
I got time to waste
Girl, I got time to waste
Girl, I cancelled everything
Just to get back on the same page
To finish the story
But you would rather ignore me
Your mama called to check on me
But you won't even pick up the phone (yeah!)
Damn you feelin' yourself
Out in Hollywood, you got a n- with some wealth
You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else
Tryna tell you I'm the last real n- left
You can hit me if you need help
With your love problems, with your money problems
I just might solve 'em (I just might solve 'em)
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em (yeah!)
(I just might solve 'em)
(Just call me)
(Or you could just pick up the phone, baby)
(I know) I know you're home, baby
Baby, I know, I know
Writer(s): Billy Angelo Garcia, Jacques Webster, Joseph Gardner, Rivelino Raoul Wouter, Melvin Hough Ii, Travis Peterson, Mandell Strawter, Sy Brockington, Bryson Tiller
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