Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cosha TG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angel López
Composer
Federico Vindver
Composer
Justin Mosley
Composer
Jordan Mosley
Composer
Marcus Lindsey
Composer
Timothy Mosley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Producer
Angel López
Co-Producer
Federico Vindver
Co-Producer
Justin Mosley
Co-Producer
Jordan Mosley
Co-Producer
Dave Poler
Recording Engineer
Nick Valentin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Godbey
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I said I'm not cheatin', please stop askin'
If you don't like my answer, please stop askin'
I usually play cool, I play passive
But right now, you got me all out my character
I don't wanna have to burn ya (Have to burn ya)
But you actin' like a fuckin' bug now (Like a bug now)
Don't give a fuck about love now (No, I don't)
'Cause you put your feelings in that text
And feelings turn this shit to a mess
It's too messy for me (Too messy for me, too messy for me)
At this point in time, don't know why you messin' with me
(Messin' with me, why you messin' with me?)
Why the fuck you send that message to me (To me, to me, to me, to me)
When I told you to leave me alone? I told you to leave me alone
[Verse 2]
You call my phone when you wake up, you call my phone when you sleep
You call my phone in the morning like the sun risin' from 8
You call my phone when it's nighttime, like the moon shinin' for me
You call my phone every day, you hit my line every week, you a bug
I know it's love, but it's way too much
I know it's love, but it's way too much
I know it's love, but it's way too much
Have you ever considered you love me way too much?
[Verse 3]
Yeah, but I ain't gonna say too much
Every time I talk, get me in trouble
Who is she? How I'm 'posed to know? It's a DM
Moment it come in, same time you see it
Account logged in on your phone, you tweakin'
How a random bitch the reason we ain't speakin'?
Trip, trip, trip, you trip a lot
Fuck that shit, you bitch a lot
Fuck that shit, I run script a lot
Man, I should, but I don't
I tell you the truth, and I'm upfront
I don't smoke, but I keep it blunt
I can't put up with you no more
Pack your bags, baby, you gotta go
[Verse 4]
You call my phone when you wake up, you call my phone when you sleep
You call my phone in the morning like the sun risin' from 8
You call my phone when it's nighttime, like the moon shinin' for me
You call my phone every day, you hit my line every week, you a bug
I know it's love, but it's way too much
I know it's love, but it's way too much
I know it's love, but it's way too much
Have you ever considered you love me way too much?
Written by: Angel López, Federico Vindver, Jordan Mosley, Justin Mosley, Marcus Lindsey, Timothy Mosley