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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Triple One
Triple One
Performer
Lil Dijon
Lil Dijon
Vocals
Marty Bugatti
Marty Bugatti
Vocals
Obi Ill Terrors
Obi Ill Terrors
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Grasps
Grasps
Composer
Dominic Kim
Dominic Kim
Composer
Martin Guilfoyle
Martin Guilfoyle
Composer
Conor Grealish
Conor Grealish
Composer
William Gunns
William Gunns
Composer
Kaelyn Behr
Kaelyn Behr
Composer
Vincent Goodyer
Vincent Goodyer
Composer
Glen Hopper
Glen Hopper
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Gunns
Billy Gunns
Producer
Styalz Fuego
Styalz Fuego
Producer
18YOMAN
18YOMAN
Producer
Len20
Len20
Producer
Grasps
Grasps
Producer
Sid Mallick
Sid Mallick
Mixing Engineer
Chunkyluv
Chunkyluv
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Why's it always in my head?
Why's it always in my head?
Why you always in my head?
Dead
[Verse 2]
Why's it always in my head?
Why's it always in my head?
Why you always in my head?
Dead
[Verse 3]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fuckin' nauseous?
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 4]
I just can't love me
You are my only
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 5]
Flame on out the window
Superman, he a dingo
Yung henny in a Supra
Zooped up, and it go
Ring da ding ding ding
Bah deh dom bom bom
If it don't make money
Change the motherfucking song
[Verse 6]
Ay, all you gronks need a wristwatch
But you're still lames, you got ripped off
Cowboy, yeah, I'm bebop
Couple words make this bitch bop
I got laid off a Depop
See my horns, I'm a demon
She a sign, yeah, she neon
I died, yeah, I'm too gone
[Verse 7]
Holy fucking shit
I fell in love with her
Yeah I love her, she a doob
We had beef but it's good
[Verse 8]
Holy fucking shit
I think I fucked it up
Ring da ding ding ding
Bah deh dom bom bom eh
[Verse 9]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fuckin' nauseous?
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 10]
I just can't love me
You are my only
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 11]
Seesaw, money rocking like a seesaw
Sea salt, I get chips, yeah, they sea salt
I cannot pretend that I got plans, yeah
I cannot pretend that I'm your friend, yeah
All I see is food by the gram
I took flight like a young Peter Pan
Shawty got wet like a boat
She call my name when I'm down on her
[Verse 12]
Holy fucking shit
I fell in love with her
Yeah, I love her she a doob
We had beef but it's good
[Verse 13]
Holy fucking shit
I think I fucked it up
Ring da ding ding ding
Bah deh dom bom bom eh
[Verse 14]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fuckin' nauseous?
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 15]
I just can't love me
You don't have to be so lonely
Why do I feel fuckin' nauseous?
I think that you might be my type
[Verse 16]
I just can't love me
You are my only
Shawty, I just can't deny it
I think that you might be my type
Written by: Conor Grealish, Dominic Kim, Glen Hopper, Grasps, Kaelyn Behr, Martin Guilfoyle, Vincent Goodyer, William Gunns
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