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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xavier Omär
Xavier Omär
Vocals
GoldLink
GoldLink
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
D'Anthony Carlos
D'Anthony Carlos
Songwriter
Xavier Adams
Xavier Adams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been losing sleep over last night
And I can't move on without peace of mind
This is not how to be
It's been wild
Is it worth it?
I can't believe I'm even questioning
When I'm with you I am the best I've been
Don't want you apart from me
It gets harder
Don't wanna hurt this
[Verse 2]
Baby, you are
Just what I've been searching for a long time
If I fall then
Finding someone like you is a long climb
There's no way out for me
There's no way out for me
I don't want a way out
[Verse 3]
It's you and I, oh
It's you and I
There's no way out for me
There's no way out for me
I don't want a way out
Not where I wanna be
Is you and I
[Verse 4]
You know I want it bad
All the ways we used to be
Baby, I want it back
Oh, all of the good time
Every little bit of jug that we could find, yeah
How could I be away?
Walking around acting like you ain't everything
I'm reacting only to the pain
My reaction always is to blame
[Verse 5]
Let me figure it out
'Cause I'm never leaving
You and I is where it begins
That will never be a the end
I'm about you
Baby, show my how to
Love you even more
I'm never too far, baby you are
[Verse 6]
Just what I've been searching for a long time
If I fall then
Finding someone like you is a long climb
There's no way out for me
There's no way out for me
I don't want a way out
[Verse 7]
It's you and I, oh
It's you and I
There's no way out for me
There's no way out for me
I don't want a way out
I'm where I wanna be
It's you and I
[Verse 8]
Jiminy Crickety, papa
Pop top on the roof
Driver away and trunk up the deuce
Fuck it, you make me feel like that I'm a better man
Like I benefit the life I would die to let it strife
Finna know your uh-uh
Pullin' on your mini skirt
Pullin' on my uh-uh
I don't really know who works
I don't know your soul chain
Lose my mind like Cobain
You don't need a couple little pills
You need the whole thing
And my **** spazzing up
Picture for the camera
Young and getting money if I lose and make you run it up
I hear like a hunnid drills
Lost about a hunnid girl
From rubid rows to rubid D's
From double A's to triple D's
I stay on D's, I'm Pimpanese
Mixed for broken tendencies
Maybe I should fix my ways but that would take the songs away
You can be my sugar, sugar
I can pass your baby up
From breast sex to moon loving
Now we feel some kinda way
Yeah
Written by: GoldLink, Hit-Boy, Xavier Omär
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