Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Proph
Vocals
Thomas Mudie
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Proph
Composer
Thomas Mudie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Proph
Producer
Bronson Powell
Mixing Engineer
Thomas Ireland
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Okay you big on me like hand me downs
Sending pictures tryna’ drag me out
Said you need security?
Then come and pat me down
(Come do it)
Clearing shit off the table
Warn make room for me
I’m tryna’ kill that cooch, send regards and go sing the eulogy
Ya, I'm playing with your heart ain't no problem
I’m trained acoustically
I feel you truthfully, something bout how you move
'Cause you don't give it up to no one
I don’t dish it out for free
You leave stains all on my trackie next time I should bring me jeans
Okay
Just let me breathe
I'm a hopeless romantic
That attitude you show in captions, shit I hope that you brang it
I look like a gentleman, but I ain’t known for my manners
So we can think bout moving forward whilst you’re throwing it backwards
You asking questions no my star signs, relations in a past life
For me it's just the night, still treat it like the last time
You showing off a new dress but kept the tags
We ain’t running shit back
You said -
I think I like what you do to me
‘Cause I need something
From you
So spend one night come through for me
Ah yeah
Even if you’re far away
I need you regardless, I know I was fronting baby
I take it all back for you
On my mind
On my mind
I take it all back for you, you, you
On my mind
On my mind
I take it all back for you
On my mind
On my mind
I take it all back for you, you, you
On my mind
On my mind
Okay you love me but you hate the distance
It's your birthday, you hope and pray I visit
Shame I missed it
Mind running, I’m always chasing figures
Save the bridges, pour water under
I make it rain for Christmas
You can’t keep my name out your mouth
Wha?
I guess I’m Jada Pinkett
I wanted love but the city make bruddas change
I could go and give my heart but I know that shit doesn’t pay
It doesn't pay
Hustle ****, the moon could fall out the sky
And still I'd probably find a way to keep swimming right through them tides
Know I told you, you the flyest
Pop up sending me kisses
I said show me in real life you said that’s one of your wishes
You like Dro and getting high
Shit ain’t none of my business
I just watch you while you ride and go call that’s shit smoke and mirrors
Wildin’ off a drunk text
I’m smoking more, I’m cuffed less
Tell the truth, you upset?
My heart is what I trust next
I need space
I’ll hit you in due time
You crying to lose change
You say -
I think I like what you do to me
‘Cause I need something
From you, you
So spend one night, come through for me
Ah yeah
Even if you’re far away
I need you regardless, I know I was fronting baby
I take it all back for you
On my mind
On my mind
I take it all back for you, you, you
On my mind
On my mind
I take it all back for you
On my mind
On my mind
I take it all back for you, you, you
On my mind
On my mind
Written by: Proph, Thomas Mudie