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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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$NOT
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Tjernagel
A. Tjernagel
Songwriter
Edy Edouard
Edy Edouard
Songwriter
Naeem Muhammad
Naeem Muhammad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Adrian 'Adot' Merino
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Eem Triplin
Eem Triplin
Producer
Teddi Jones
Teddi Jones
Producer

Lyrics

Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say
Sometimes I can really be
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
Bitch, I'm reckless, I'm ruthless, very much stupid
All about this money, **** hit my phone, who this?
Broken heart but now I'm in the club, I'm feelin' fucked up
Is he fuckin' with me? Is he fuckin' with the scrubs?
I know, I know, had to draw that bitch off
****, why you talkin'? Well, I think that shit's off
I walk around like I'm a rockstar
Double-R's parked all up in my backyard
Sometimеs I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
Fuck love but I need medicine
All in for myself 'cause these **** not my friends
Bitch, why you mad? You don't care, don't pretend
I'm tryna kill that **** 'cause it's all about revenge
I started from the zero, now I flipped it to a hunnid
All about this money 'cause I got something from it
Put my dick up in her mouth, now it's in her stomach
Yeah, I be the boss, no bodyguards in public
I just wanna chill with my day-ones
Outside but it's rainin', but I feel the sun
I'm war-ready in my black Air Force 1's
I'm doin' what I gotta do, no options
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
I don't really wanna know about nothin'
**** always tryna make assumptions
And it's always on that fuck shit, so it's fuck it
Ballin' on these ****, 'cause I'm makin' straight buckets
Fendi on my body, **** can't fuckin' jack it
Pistol on my waist, fuck, ****, it's a habit
If it's smoke that you want, fuck, ****, you can have it
If you want some clout, put a fork in a outlet
No, I ain't playin' with these ****
I ain't playin' with these bitches, no, I ain't finished
All you **** jokes, all you **** real gimmicks
I stay solid, man, I stay real prolific
Sometimes I can really be fucked up
Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"
Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie
I can see these **** right through my eyes
Written by: A. Tjernagel, Edy Edouard, Naeem Muhammad
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