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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kur
Kur
Vocals
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chauncey Ellison
Chauncey Ellison
Songwriter
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
Abbey Smith
Abbey Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Sam Croce
Sam Croce
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I think I miss the way it was, was it really love?
I think I'm too turnt on drugs, I ain't feelin' none
I did this shit just because it was for my cuz
I did this shit out of love, how it ain't enough?
I treated **** like my blood but we wasn't blood
Some bitches I gave all my trust and they fucked me up
Whole time I was thinkin' I (Yeah, real talk)
Whole time I'm thinkin' I was loved but it wasn't love
Whole time I was thinkin' I was (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Started actin' selfish when I helped you, had to draw the line (What?)
People say my music got 'em through the hardest times (Real talk)
I know that word is bond (Yeah)
I know some lyrics that I said on songs hurt my mom (Damn)
Should give more support to Bell while he serving time (Okay)
To get here, I went through hell, I'm feelin' cursed at times (Yeah)
I might come off like I'm well, but I'm hurt at times (Mean that)
It wasn't water in the well, went through thirst at times (Goddamn)
Wasn't worried when I fell, some shit don't work at times (Okay)
My shit be versatile (Okay)
I try to worship God (Yeah)
I'm headed out the door
I'm on my way to purchase loud (You at)
I'm ready for some more
Fuck a inch, need a mile (Okay)
I'm coming down the 4
Fuck the tint, see me drive (Vernon)
Waiting for the day that I can link back up with Al (Damn)
Shit, I hope his folks (Damn, real talk)
Shit, I hope his folks cool, ain't seen 'em in a while (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
I think I miss the way it was, was it really love?
I think I'm too turnt on drugs, I ain't feelin' none
I did this shit just because it was for my cuz
I did this shit out of love, how it ain't enough?
I treated **** like my blood but we wasn't blood
Some bitches I gave all my trust and they fucked me up
Whole time I was thinkin' I (Yeah, real talk)
Whole time I'm thinkin' I was loved but it wasn't love
Whole time I was thinkin' I was (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
We should all be learnin' (Yeah)
Came far, was sittin' on the red wall on Vernon (I like that)
Old scares feel new, wounds still burnin' (Goddamn)
Told my dogs I'm stayin' true no matter what I'm earning (Okay)
Faked it till I made it
Bought it, wore it, then returned it (Shit)
Every night I'm faded, in the lab, 'bout to burn it (Okay)
Burn it down
I started hearting up, you feel it like a furnace
Came around when I started getting lit, them tables turnin' (Yeah, yeah)
I was down and I had to get back up, and it was worth it
I don't really be around like I used to, ain't no purpose (What?)
Man, I let go of that grudge that I had, nobody perfect (Oh)
Damn, I lost so many dogs in the past, I'm still hurting
Dog, I'm tryna put us all on this cash, don't want you serving (Mean that, seven up)
They gon' all stand up and they gon' clap when it's curtains (Real talk)
They gon' clap when it's, they gon' clap when it's
[Verse 5]
I think I miss the way it was, was it really love?
I think I'm too turnt on drugs, I ain't feelin' none
I did this shit just because it was for my cuz
I did this shit out of love, how it ain't enough?
I treated **** like my blood but we wasn't blood
Some bitches I gave all my trust and they fucked me up
Whole time I was thinkin' I (Yeah, real talk)
Whole time I'm thinkin' I was loved but it wasn't love
Whole time I was thinkin' I was
Written by: Abbey Smith, Chauncey Ellison, Robert Thomas
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