Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenzo Balla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Weisman
Composer
Treyvon Jackson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FrankBeats
Producer
Stephen Grant
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Never had all these thoughts that control me
Off these Percocets, I'm 'bout to OD
Losing control, might go back to the old me
Back to spinnin', hoppin' outta stoleys
In my feelings, I been feelin' lonely
All in the cold, I just want you to hold me
I'm a demon, like you know me
Better think twice if you try to approach me
Its a million things I could say
But I rather say it to your face
Need time to myself, I think I need some space
Need my mind up in a better place
Totin' Beckiana on my waist
I'm movin' too tact, don't need another case
Its for you, then you know I'ma wait
I feel better every time I see your face, like
Anything that you want you could have it
Walk in Amiri, pick it up and grab it
My old bitch keep hatin', she a mad bitch
Mad 'cause a **** left her in the past tense
And I still live the life of a savage
Spot me a opp I up it and I blast it
When we fuck, she fuckin' up the mattress
Back shots, beat it up, I got her tappin'
Where you at? I know you miss me
Fuck all the arguin', I need you wit' me
On the ave, shit gettin' risky
Walk to the store, I'm clutchin' on my sitchi
'Member days when I ain't have a penny
'Member days they tried to hold it against me
Now I'm shittin' on 'em, got 'em driddy
Bus' down the Cartier, I know they envy
Off a perky, spinnin' through they P's
Reminiscin', thinkin' 'bout JB
Days on the block when he ain't wanna leave
And I told him he could stay wit' me
I'm forever ballin' for the sleeze
Heard the bad news and it was hard to breathe
My lil bro wasn't ready to leave
And since then we been puttin' opps on tees, like
**** out here switchin' on the gang
Only wanna be here for the fame
He wasn't wit' us, he just wanted a name
Now I gotta show him he a lame
If I see him, up it and I flame
Like I'm tryna rearrange a **** brain
**** switched, **** changed
But my day one **** still remained the same, like
Bitch, I'm great and my family too
They could talk about me but they know what I do
****, I'm him, who the fuck is you?
Like, get the fuck out my way before I boom
Drippiest oota when I'm in the room
Like the MX1 Miris holdin' up the broom
In my moods, I been losin' my cool
And if I lose you, I don't know what I'll do like
Never had all these thoughts that control me
Off these Percocets, I'm 'bout to OD
Losing control, might go back to the old me
Back to spinnin', hoppin' outta stoleys
In my feelings, I been feelin' lonely
All in the cold, I just want you to hold me
I'm a demon, like you know me
Better think twice if you try to approach me
Its a million things I could say
But I rather say it to your face
Need time to myself, I think I need some space
Need my mind up in a better place
Totin' Beckiana on my waist
I'm movin' too tact, don't need another case
Its for you then you know I'ma wait
I feel better every time I see your face, like
Its a million things I could say
But I rather say it to your face
Need time to myself, I think I need some space
Need my mind up in a better place
Totin' Beckiana on my waist
I'm movin' too tact, don't need another case
Its for you then you know I'ma wait
I feel better every time I see your face, like
Written by: Frank Weisman, FrankBeats, Treyvon Jackson