Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackboy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dean Harris Hall
Composer
Joshua Parker
Composer
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tntxd
Producer
OG Parker
Producer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(I'm done with love)
You know shit good just a week ago (And can I try?)
So at this point, I don't need a ho (Yeah, it just love)
Only need a hoso I could fuck her throat
I'm not a average Joe, but Lord knows he special
And he bless him, oh
You wanna go, baby, I promise you can go
But if you goin', say you gon' keep it on the low
Ain't help me make it, I'm not givin' you my dough
Not Superman, I cannot save none of you hoes
Not Superman, I can't be tryna save a bitch
Just tryna fuck and knock that bitch up off that list
Team player, I pass a assist
My dog goin' behind me just like ad-lib
She say, oh here's another, wanna cash dis
She didn't notice me until I got rich
Hey, all my love's new and I ain't have shit
But even then, I knew I wasn't average
They see my potential while lookin' for it in me
Now you see I'm winnin', lyin' tow yard, singin' in me
Why all of a sudden you so friendly?
And I'm cuttin', I want pussy, won't love you, that risky
(I'm done with love)
You know shit good just a week ago (And can I try?)
So at this point, I don't need a ho (Yeah, it just love)
Only need a ho so I could fuck her throat
I'm not a average Joe, but Lord knows he special
And he bless him, oh
You wanna go, baby, I promise you can go
But if you goin', say you gon' keep it on the low
Ain't help me make it, I'm not givin' you my dough
Not Superman, I cannot save none of you hoes
Can't not longer hold in
How I feel deep in
Feel like I gave you love for no fuckin' reason
Soon as I gave her love, that bitch started schemin'
You been plottin'
Tryna cuff a **** up like you a policeman
Tryna cuff a **** up, are you a demon?
Not gonna give away your heart, so you can leave him
Fuck no, I don't trust ho
Especially that ho, cutthroat
Make her deep-throat till her jaw sore
Make her deep-throat till her jaw sore
Love her for tonight, breakin' up with her tomorrow
(I'm done with love)
You know shit good just a week ago (And can I try?)
So at this point, I don't need a ho(Yeah, it just love)
Only need a hoso I could fuck her throat
I'm not a average Joe, but Lord knows he special
And he bless him, oh
You wanna go, baby, I promise you can go
But if you goin', say you gon' keep it on the low
Ain't help me make it, I'm not givin' you my dough
Not Superman, I cannot save none of you hoes
Written by: Dean Harris Hall, Joshua Parker, Pierre Delince, Thomas Horton