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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Stevens
Johnny Stevens
Guitar
Matt Kofos
Matt Kofos
Guitar
Rich Meyer
Rich Meyer
Bass
Ryan Meyer
Ryan Meyer
Drums
Terrible Johnny
Terrible Johnny
Lead Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Alexander Hamilton
Joel Alexander Hamilton
Songwriter
John Michael Stevens
John Michael Stevens
Songwriter
Matt Kofos
Matt Kofos
Songwriter
Rich Meyer
Rich Meyer
Songwriter
Ryan Meyer
Ryan Meyer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Highly Suspect
Highly Suspect
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
You say that you love me
But I don't wanna be your slave
So many people judge me
But would they follow me to my grave?
You say that you love me, ayy
But only if I stay the same
Baby, I'm leaving, ayy
'Cause I don't wanna play these games
[Verse 1]
I got a lot on my mind (Ayy)
I got a lot on my plate (Yeah)
I got these people around me
Say that they love me, most of 'em fake
It feels like they want me to fail
It feels like they want me to die
It feels like they want all my money (Uh uh)
Well, fuck 'em, they wasting their time
Like walk around the river bend with me
Let me tell you all the things I've seen (Like what?)
Seen the boy that's died in front of me (Rest in peace)
And I'm the reason that he had to bleed
For what? So you could get on my 'Gram? (Nah)
So you could pick me apart? (Uh uh)
Tell me how I should make art? (No way)
Nah, you don't get this heart
[Chorus]
You say that you love me (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
But I don't wanna be your slave
So many people judge me (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
But would they follow me to my grave?
You say that you love me (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
But only if I stay the same
But, baby, I'm leaving, hey (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
'Cause I don't wanna play these games
[Verse 2]
Ayo, Slime!
No, I don't wanna play these games
No, I don't wanna play these games, no
This Slime language, she wanna learn my slang, woah
If this really wasn't love, what it was?
You had me trickin' off and throwin' in the club, yeah
I bought you black diamonds, baby, now you fudge, yeah
And I'd rather have lust than love
Blind to the fact you with Thug, you on drugs
[Chorus]
But you say that you love me
But I don't wanna be your slave
So many people judge me
But would they follow me to my grave?
You say that you need me (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
Based on yesterday
But, baby, I'm leaving, hey (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
But never gonna be the same
[Verse 3]
This is dirt, boy, this is dirt life
These are black boots, it's a black knife
This is born woods, this is raised wolf (Ah-ooh)
This has moved hoods, this a change life
I never talk to my mother
I wish I heard from my father
I used to try, but why bother? (Why?)
Yeah, they can talk to my lawyer
This loose change'll buy loose pills
These loose girls, they got true skills
They say you change with a new brain
Well, the truth hurts, man, love kills
I've been around, don't fuck around
You fuck around and get real killed
Got real friends, got real guns
I'm the bad guy, but it's real deal (I'm the bad guy)
Whip
[Chorus]
You say that you love me (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
But I don't wanna be your slave
So many people judge me (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
But would they follow me to my grave?
You say that you love me (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
But only if I stay the same
But, baby, I'm leaving, hey (Dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip)
'Cause I don't wanna play these games
[Outro]
But you say that you love me
Many, many, judge me
I don't, I don't, play these games
No, I don't wanna play these games
'Cause I don't wanna play these games
No, I don't wanna play these games
I don't, I don't, play these games
Written by: Joel Hamilton, Johnny Stevens, Matthew Kofos, Rich Meyer, Ryan Meyer
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