Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mir Fontane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mir Fontane
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenif Muse
Producer
Kev Rodgers
Producer
Lyrics
Last night was my last night with you
There's way more than life than getting high with you
Used to think I'd die if you wasn't my boo
But my heart turned blue and my bills did too
(And there more sides to it)
I've got all this ice on me
Married to the game they throwing rice on me
Gotta live for the ones who bet they life on me
When I stopped going to church, got Jesus Christ on me
Bitch, I come from the side
And I wear it like a throwback
I got you a gift, it's a L and you can hold that
I'm a project baby, Project Baby like I'm Kodak
Dance with the devil and you'll never get ya soul back
Ain't nobody tell me that the devil wearing Gucci
All her friends are dead, her favorite rapper Lil Uzi
All she wanna do is just use and abuse me
Bitch, I'm doing good and I was left off Bad And Boujee
Bitches love to lie and pretend that they love us
Take a ride with me, I'll show you where you got me fucked up
Feel like Jason Kidd ****, how he got the Bucks up
Got so much rhymes, I should share the name with Busta
I don't fuck with you, tell the truth, I don't trust ya
Just headbutt a building and please forget my number
Heard you out here plottin', I looked at you as a brother
Had to get the bag, had to take over the summer
(Had to take over the summer)
You know when that liquor get into me, I be swervin'
Call my lil' baby and lay-up like Kyrie Irving
Ask me what's my next move, I just say I'm workin'
(I've been workin' overtime)
Know them **** lurking, got the pistol to my curtain
(Skrrt-skrrt, ooh-ooh)
I care too much when I'm sober
This side done made me colder
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
These streets like the end of October
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Better run if he reach under his shoulder
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
You still in the city lookin' for a cash-out
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Heard every week and you drunk and show ya ass out
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Shawty got a sugar daddy, still live at her dad's house
If you got them bands out, she out there with her hands out
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Last night was my last night with you
There's way more than life than getting high with you
Used to think I'd die if you wasn't my boo
But my heart turned blue and my bills did too
I've got all this ice on me
Married to the game, they throwin' rice on me
Gotta live for the ones who bet they life on me
When I stopped going to church, got Jesus Christ on me
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Written by: Mir Fontane