Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triple One
Performer
thatboykwame
Performer
Conor Grealish
Rap
Dominic Kim
Lead Vocals
Martin Guilfoyle
Rap
Rich Amevor
Rap
William Gunns
Sampler
Matthew Corby
Background Vocals
Billy Ward
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Grealish
Songwriter
Dominic Kim
Songwriter
Martin Guilfoyle
Songwriter
Rich Amevor
Songwriter
Vincent Goodyer
Songwriter
William Gunns
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Gunns
Producer
18YOMAN
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
She tryna kick it with my best friend, yeah
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her till the world end, yeah
She only love me when I'm dreamin'
I know you broke and need your bills paid, yeah
But that's the shit we probably all say, yeah
But she still fuckin' with my best friend, ay
God, I wish it was that easy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
She taste like lemonade, but I never sipped it
She sound like serenades, but I never listened
She feel like velvet sheets, all I got is blisters
She come over sometimes, but she ain't my business
Plant these secrets, I'm prophesizin' my misdemeanors
Feelin' choked inside, but I don't know if she can see it
You see my kicks are gettin' cleaner, and my drinks are gettin' cheaper
They almost free 'cause people learn they don't need her
It's safe to say, we just some needles in a stack of hay
I'm always losin' ways and stayin' down and blue for days
Wished she hit me up and pulled me out this fuckin' haze
But this is purgatory, she ain't say a word to me
[Verse 4]
He was walkin' J's when he jaywalked
Tryna grab some papes from the corner store
She was off her face by the payphone
I know that she
[Verse 5]
She tryna kick it with my best friend, yeah
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her till the world end, yeah
She only love me when I'm dreamin'
I know you broke and need your bills paid, yeah
But that's the shit we probably all say, yeah
But she still fuckin' with my best friend, ay
God, I wish it was that easy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
Make them plans, and they fall out
TV dinner, no ball out
Cataracts, I went all out
You a foe, not a lighthouse
She pullin' up or stay vacant
She want L and T, no bacon
I speak the truth, that's blatant
Get operated, no patients
I can't stay out of trouble, I smuggle liquor in bubble tea
So orthodontist, the don-est man, when I shit the teeth
A handyman, but a man is what he struggle to be
And stay relapsin', no relaxin' for a boy like me
[Verse 7]
I know you really got it like a C note (It's so easy)
You live inside my mind depot (It's so easy)
The dark follows my ego (It's so easy)
They follow me, follow me home
[Verse 8]
And I've seen your call (It's so easy)
You leave me wantin'
No taste, no law
Lay it down on me
Lay it down on me
[Verse 9]
She tryna kick it with my best friend
He only calls her on a Friday
I swear I call her till the world end
She only love me when I'm dreamin'
I know you broke and need your bills paid
But that's the shit we probably all say
But she still fuckin' with my best friend
God, I wish it was that easy
[Verse 10]
Right, fell in love with shorty till I seen she fuck with Marty, damn
She said things were different till I seen her eat with Conner, man
Went to split the bill, then realized that she had left with Bill
I heard she slept with Dom, but now she wakin' up in Quakers Hill
Written by: Conor Grealish, Dominic Kim, Martin Guilfoyle, Rich Amevor, Vincent Goodyer, William Gunns