Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Powers
Kevin Powers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Powers
Kevin Powers
Composer
Whit Kane
Whit Kane
Composer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Composer
Clayton Rogers
Clayton Rogers
Composer
Alejandro Villarreal Miranda
Alejandro Villarreal Miranda
Composer

Lyrics

Mmm, oh-oh
Mmm, oh-oh (Ayo, Whit)
Look
Bitch, I never had to change up (Uh, oh)
Always did my own thing, bitch, I stayed up (Yeah)
Uh, promise you the whole gang gon' be paid up (Yeah-yeah)
Bitch, we dangerous (Uh)
Doing shows every week, bitch, stop playin' with us (Oh)
I'm back on the road again (Yeah)
Tell me where your heart at, maybe I could hold that
I'm losing control again
Maybe I should fall back (Yeah)
You text me in all caps, talkin' like
"How the hell you fuckin' with these hoes, but say I'm the one?
And why the fuck you even hit my phone? Kev, I know you drunk
This rap shit got you gassed up, you thinkin' you the chosen one
I don't even give a fuck, I could find another love"
Ha, shit, I'll holler back in the mornin'
She a college girl, she got class in the mornin'
Remember when you used to throw it back in the mornin'
Baby, what happened? This love is so foreign
I guess distance ain't what I needed
But I got flaws, shit, I know you see them
I love to brag, but I ain't conceited
You got that thang and you know I need it, need it
Bitch, I never had to change up (Uh, oh)
Always did my own thing, bitch, I stayed up (Yeah)
Uh, promise you the whole gang gon' be paid up (Yeah-yeah)
Bitch, we dangerous (Uh)
Doing shows every week, bitch, stop playin' with us (Oh)
I'm back on the road again (Yeah)
Tell me where your heart at, maybe I could hold that
I'm losing control again
Maybe I should fall back (Yeah)
You text me in all caps, talkin' like
"Why the fuck I'm always on your mind?
You thought I was with you for the money, but I never took a dime
You started actin' funny when I caught you in a lie
Kevin, you ain't nothin' but a fuckin' waste of time," goddamn
Shit, I'll holler back after tourin'
New city, new hoes, still, this life can get borin'
These bitches ain't shit, but to you they important
Told you how I feel, bitch, don't you ignore it
I guess distance ain't what I needed (Woo)
But I got flaws, shit, I know you see them
I love to brag, but I ain't conceited (Woo)
You got that thang and you know I need it, need it
Bitch, I never had to change up (Uh, oh)
Always did my own thing, bitch, I stayed up (Yeah)
Uh, promise you the whole gang gon' be paid up (Yeah-yeah)
Bitch, we dangerous (Uh)
Doing shows every week, bitch, stop playin' with us (Oh)
I'm back on the road again (Yeah)
Tell me where your heart at, maybe I could hold that
I'm losing control again
Maybe I should fall back (Yeah)
You text me in all caps, talkin' like
Woo, woo-woo
Woo, woo-woo
Ha, shit, I'll holler back in the mornin'
She a college girl, she got class in the mornin'
Written by: Alejandro Villarreal Miranda, Clayton Rogers, Kevin Powers, Skyler Gibbons, Whit Kane
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out