Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wesson Desir
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wesson Desir
Composer
Evan Parisi-Sanchez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Niagara Beats
Producer
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Do you want to start the game again?)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, **** start
Yeah, what's this that, that Wesson Weekly?
[Verse 3]
(Yeah)
I look down at my thunder, Prada laces and they loose
Looked around and said what I gotta lose
When they all want my head on skewer so it's skewed
I'm like, ah, not again, facing double, deja vu
Talking like she not a fan, said her name
Deja who
Don't think I know you from back then
What's your ssn
Said I be doing way too much so
Bring an extra friend
I mean what's good, your friends, if they can't lend out helping hands
Listen I'll be big real soon, fuck me in advance
She been watching vaynerchuk, she'll do it to invest
That boy won't fallback send him to limbo, beg for a second chance
If I have to turn this here to a shit show, I'll bring out a special guest
Now introducing that deuce that I use
Turn him to stone like Medusa, it do some
Built my ego up from scratch, was a humble lad
Now I'm stacking bread up ye high
Selling mumble rap
[Verse 4]
I'm still on I-75 with my gas light blinking
Twelve pull me over, my yota was winking
Head to the wheel, what the hell was you thinking?
Aw (Aw)
I'm going duh, duh, duh, dummy
My IQ is shrinking
I'm fucking up this money
All my actions instinctive
Bed full of bills, what the hell was you thinking?
[Verse 5]
I'm the black Ferris Bueller, baby, look at me, I'm so choice
Undercover rap star with quotas of a coke boy
I could make a wave off this weight, it's by the boat, boy
The pay I just deposit in this chase deserves a toast, boy
Wessy doing EP's you ought to postpone yours
I don't think they see me, I'm finna pull up on ya
I'm greasy, used to do the auto jobs at the Walmart
Now I'm in the cosmos with a model via Rolls Royce
Makeup
All on my
Saint shirt
I gotta dry clean
Since you a geisha
Hmm
Makeup
For what you just did
It's kinda pricey
Don't lift your face up
Mmm
I'd prolly be better off in my headspace
If I made this shit up
Prolly be better off before success came and wasn't making enough
I'm dropping 185 on this car note, go wherever I want
And if I doze off on this freeway
It's just one way to wake up
[Verse 6]
I'm still on I-75 with my gas light blinking
Twelve pull me over, my yota was winking
Head to the wheel, what the hell was you thinking?
Aw (Aw)
I'm going duh, duh, duh, dummy
My IQ is shrinking
I'm fucking up this money
All my actions instinctive
Bed full of bills, what the hell was you thinking?
[Verse 7]
We designed all the worlds way, so it makes sense that we signing it
Keep denying that we did some, we gon' do some, you keep trying it
I'll get the job done if the price right, sell a lie
And I'm buying it
Feeding the lost ones, this ain't bite size
This could change the environment
We put the time in it
And what did we find in it?
We found these bad bitches
With no moral compass like she crime ridden
Tryna dodge devils
In this heated dungeon
With leviathans
I miss my bed full of bills and excuses
I'd lie in
I miss my bed full of bills and excuses
I'd lie in
Written by: Evan Parisi-Sanchez, Wesson Desir