Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alliyah Fareo
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cyrus Villanueva
Songwriter
Mohamed Komba
Songwriter
Alliyah Fareo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cyrus Villanueva
Producer
Mohamed Komba
Producer
Lyrics
I see you're on your own, but not alone
Asking for space and you got it
Still keeping me in your pocket
Hate that you take advantage of my flaws
I'm too nice to keep it a hundred
The small is making me nauseous
We don't need to be friends
If it's really over why should I pretend
Oh oh
That I still think of your body (NO)
The way you held mine, I forgot it (NO)
No loose ends gotta cut it (NO)
When there's no strings attached at all
Phone call I appreciate it (NO)
But I'd rather not talk than to fake it (NO)
Holding on ain't worth the waiting (NO)
When there's no strings attached at all
I know you're not my business anymore
We don't have to share all our problems
Not talking about it will solve em
I've deleted all the threads
Cos I'm tryna let it go
But it's hard to clear the air
When you're blowing up my phone
Why you tryna be friends
If it's really over
Why you tryna come over, oh
We don't need to be friends
If it's really over why should I pretend
That I still think of your body (NO)
The way you held mine, I forgot it (NO)
No loose ends gotta cut it (NO)
When there's no strings attached at all
Phone call I appreciate it (NO)
But I'd rather not talk than to fake it (NO)
Holding on ain't worth the waiting (NO)
When there's no strings attached at all
Not waiting by the phone,
Waiting by the phone for you.
There's no strings attached at all.
Written by: Alliyah Fareo, Cyrus Villanueva, Mohamed Komba