Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
bülow
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Vocals
Michael Wise
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
bülow
Composer
Rich The Kid
Composer
Michael Wise
Composer
Elizabeth Lowell Boland
Composer
Evan Kidd Bogart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Wise
Producer
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Listen, no, we don't need to be enemies
Ain't got tunnel vision
Vision of us in the future with a
White picket fence and internal decisions
I almost did it, glad that I didn't
Space cakes and a Big Mac, got my space case, but I'm sure that
All my friends fake 'cause they told me that
Shit wasn't real, it was all in my head, I imagined that
False sparks, saw them hand-in-hand standing outside of a Walmart
Now I'm sitting here wondering, when did this all start?
Fuck you and Jennifer, I know that you're out with her
Go pretend that you're just friends, I'll pretend that I'm not hurt
I know all the shit I heard, you can take these bitter words
Fuck you and Jennifer, go fucking make love to her
Fuck you and Jennifer, I know that you're out with her
Go pretend that you're just friends, I'll pretend that I'm not hurt
I know all the shit I heard, you can take these bitter words
Fuck you and Jennifer, go fucking make love to her
I'm making love to Jennifer
'Cause I can't fuck with you (you)
And we was freaking on the weekend
You ain't have a clue
I was flexing on a bitch, had to drop my roof
Your last boyfriend, he had no coupe
Now my wrists so sick, I ain't had no soup (sick)
I need a bitch to fall in love
But it can't be you (you)
My bitch, she know I got that bag
It ain't nothing to prove (the bag)
I'm calling Jennifer, I'll fuck her
When there's nothing to do (there's nothin')
And all my bitches, they like bitches
I might bring them too (too)
I can't be stuck with you (you)
I might just block you from my phone
'Cause I ain't in the mood (the mood)
I'm trying to spend some time with Jennifer
Not being rude
Fuck you and Jennifer, I know that you're out with her
Go pretend that you're just friends, I'll pretend that I'm not hurt
I know all the shit I heard, you can take these bitter words
Fuck you and Jennifer, go fucking make love to her
Fuck you and Jennifer, I know that you're out with her
Go pretend that you're just friends, thrusting in and out of her
I can see her close her eyes, while you kiss her soft and nice
Fuck you and Jennifer, go fucking make love to her
Jennifer
Jennifer
Jennifer
Jennifer
Oh
Jennifer
Writer(s): Evan Kidd Bogart, Elizabeth Boland, Michael Joseph Wise, Megan Buelow
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