Upcoming Concerts for She Loves Boon & Belis

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
She Loves Boon
She Loves Boon
Performer
Belis
Belis
Performer
B. Sarker
B. Sarker
Lead Vocals
Bryce Gotta
Bryce Gotta
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B. Sarker
B. Sarker
Songwriter
Bryce Gotta
Bryce Gotta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jerome Dineen
Jerome Dineen
Co-Producer
B. Sarker
B. Sarker
Co-Producer
Mike Mroz
Mike Mroz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Let's be honest: is this really love?
Baby, tell me what you call it, brought me through the hurt
But I still want you regardless, is this what you need, baby?
Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted?
We gon' make it out this city, baby, don't you worry
We were always, always, always diamonds from the dirt
Blow that bag, make it back in a hurry
Tell me, tell me, tell me: do you know real worth?
Turn into a love garden, I wouldn't mind a forest
They like setting arson, no outbreak in my forest
I don't do no pardons, unless you didn't promise
Facts for you to swallow, just don't spit in my garden
I'm not in the market for no more like guns with hollows
I put on a show for him, hе sitting there like bravo
Is this what you wantеd? Is this what you wanted?
Love cross, baby, I'm shooting all the targets
Let's be honest: is this really love?
Baby, tell me what you call it, brought me through the hurt
But I still want you regardless, is this what you need, baby?
Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted?
Keep on running, keep on fighting
Tell me, do we even want this anymore?
I know you're childish, I know I'm wylin'
Is this something that we can save before it's gone?
Missed calls, do you even notice?
Tell me why we always end up back here
It don't feel like this in the morning
It don't feel like this in the morning
Let's be honest: is this really love?
Baby, tell me what you call it, brought me through the hurt
But I still want you regardless, is this what you need, baby?
Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted?
We gon' make it out this city, baby, don't you worry
We were always, always, always diamonds from the dirt
Blow that bag, make it back in a hurry
Tell me, tell me, tell me: do you know real worth?
Written by: B. Sarker, Bryce Gotta, Jerome Dineen
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