Top Songs By Deante' Hitchcock
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deante' Hitchcock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deante' Hitchcock
Songwriter
Brandon James Phillips-Taylor
Songwriter
David Fuller
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Somebody told me that love is like one soul in two bodies
And I ain't really thought bout nun else since I heard it
See if I got all of this confidence in myself when I'm chilling with someone else
But 'round you, I can't help but be nervous
Not nervous like usual nervous shit
Baby girl, I mean I legit be lighting up when I'm around you in person
Tryna see how deep that that love could go
But I feel like we'll never know
Because you scared to let someone past your surface
[Verse 2]
I drunk text you on purpose
When I'm sober, write verses and put 'em out without telling you
And just hope that you heard 'em, the situation ain't perfect
But even still with my hands tied, I find a way to help you carry your burdens
I mean I feel like you worth it
And I ain't one of them **** that's actin' nice to tryna fuck
And actin' like I deserve it
And I used this line before
But it's still kinda timeless tho
How me and you connected like we writing it in cursive
Hold up, I'm tweaking, take it
[Chorus]
Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality
[Verse 3]
This ain't no movie and I ain't no actor
Hallelujah, I almost passed her up
But God put other plans into movement
Mean other plans into motion
I'm joking
Girl, this Hennessy got me open
Saying things I wouldn't have previously spoken
I mean, I-I mean you be playing around with emotions
And talking bout it in yo head like this shit ain't what it is, shawty
Don't mean no offense, shawty
But get off the fence, shawty
You don't want things to change that don't make any sense
I’m tryna save you from you
[Verse 4]
But then I feel wrong for thinking you weak enough to need me at yo rescue and shit
I mean, I know that you strong minded but sometimes you forget how dope you is
And that's when I be tryna help you n shit
I mean I do think 'bout Tina turning that ass to the side
But Aretha Franklin now and then but I'm tryna keep it respectful n shit
I mean, I think you a angel if God kicked you outta Heaven
I'd be right here on the ground ready to catch you 'n shit
Hold up I'm trippin', take it
[Chorus]
Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality
Back to life, back to reality
[Bridge]
I think I made you too special to me
I think I made you too special to me
Bitch, I love you!
My bad
I think I made you too special to me
I guess it's my fault
Yeah, I think I made you too special to me
I think, I, uh, yeah
Bitch, I love you
[Verse 5]
Look, I think I made you too special to me
'Cause all that lil shit that you be doin' be extra to me
I guess you a lesson to me
Drunk reminiscing
My vision twisted
Like this rello I'm flickin
My spirits lifted
Swear I prolly could say, "Hello" to Whitney
We had a bond but we fucked up the che-mis-try
I thought I told ya, baby
You gon' hate me before its over, baby
We coulda patched it all up in a jiffy
But now it's iffy
Let the Henny moonwalk on my kidneys
For all the memories
Met you on twitter
Sent the risky text fuck it, "Carpe DM"
Now,, it feel like the feelings vanished
I gave you the world
You wanted your space
We pray to the stars
But it never go how we plan it
Understand it
Listen
I had a girl that threw extra spit with the top
I was undefeated Mayweather up in the box
Tryna
Add you to the list of shit I forgot
Henny might not be the answer but fuck it it's worth a shot
[Verse 6]
She uh throw it at me I catch it like wide receiver
My mamacita
Pin her on the wall Mona Lisa
She let me in that water, I rock the boat like Aaliyah
The pipe slinger, dope dick she tryna re-up
Maybe
That's the reason we both out here confused
I'm crazy 'bout you still, that's why I'm playing the fool
And baby, them mad drunk texts you sending is cool
But if I leave yo ass on read then it's gon give you the blues
I know you still thinking of me because I'm thinking of you but
But I think I made you too special to me, yeah
[Verse 7]
It's my fault
I guess I made you too special to me
Yeah
It's my bad
I think I made you too special to me
I think I made you too special to-
I think I made you too special to me
Bitch, I love you
Written by: Brandon James Phillips-Taylor, David Fuller, Deante Van Hitchcock