Top Songs By Skizzy Mars
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skizzy Mars
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Keenan Leary
Songwriter
Myles Mills
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
30 racks, I can make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
[Verse 2]
I took the whip, 1AM, down Rodeo Drive
This text mean nothing if you don't reply
I can see right through you, eyes open wide
Feel a little different, I wonder why
Know I had a tough year but I really tried
Sometimes I wonder if this shit is right
You gotta wonder if there's any time
Black Saint Lauren boots and white lies
But girl, you know you're all mine
I don't wanna be alone, don't blow my high
Yeah, the music loud in here, but you amplified
She just probably wanna fuck 'cause I'm verified
[Verse 3]
On our first date, I was terrified
But now we pop like every time
You don't need that ****'s help
I want you all to myself
[Verse 4]
30 racks, I can make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
[Verse 5]
Search your friends, we were chill, you don't know how to chill
Told me you went somewhere, you don't know how I feel
I don't know what occurred but changed, for real
The homies told me to chill, I just thought of your pill
And I'm possessive, obsessive, relentless, but you precious
We still young, we still learning
About you, baby, yearnin' whenever you hurting
By the time you hear this you'll have a drink in your hand
With a job to quit and a summer to plan
By the time you hear this you'll have someone in your life
I was gone too long and it was lonely at night
[Verse 6]
Getting drinks with friends, sipping vodka Sprite's
Surveying the club, seeing what you like
But you don't need that ****'s help
I want you all to myself
[Verse 7]
30 racks, I can make that back
Pitch game like Sandy Koufax
All these lies that they tell, no facts
I want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
Want you to myself, all mine
I'm greedy, greedy, greedy
Written by: Michael Keenan Leary, Myles Mills