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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
SAINt JHN
Vocals
Fallen
Fallen
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos St. John
Carlos St. John
Songwriter
Lee Stashenko
Lee Stashenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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f a l l e n
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Maybe I should not be drinkin'
Before you ask me just how I feel
Maybe I should not be drinkin'
'Fore I speak my mind, that's not ideal
Yeah, I got a girlfriend
Yeah, I should be faithful
And I think of you like Wi-Fi
And I think of her like cable
[Verse 2]
Last night I got a offer for a 100G's
No lie, they tryna pay me just to run and breath
I remember Mickey D's for the number three's
And I remember T.J. Maxx for the summer tees
I remember wearin' dunks in the dungarees
And the GAP boxer-brief ****, underneath
Countin' on my name, brand clothes, one at least
Now I need those Gucci sneaks, at least one a piece
[Verse 3]
She's on my dick, she knows me from somewhere on TV
And she saw me on the internet
I only let her give me brain, what can I say, I love her intellect
She understands that I am on the come up, so she sees the benefit
She wants to hold on tighter, so she let's go of my waist, for a better grip
Please don't, please don't
Two or no less in a threesome
Let me know if you need some
Drop it low unless your knees don't, work
[Verse 4]
Maybe I should not be drinkin'
Before you ask me just how I feel
Maybe I should not be drinkin'
'Fore I speak my mind, that's not ideal
Yeah, I got a girlfriend
Yeah, I should be faithful
And I think of you like Wi-Fi
And I think of her like cable
[Verse 5]
I met a girl on the plane
And I don't even pretend to know her name
And I told her I ain′t into Lois Lane
And she told me the sex is sorta like a Novacane
And she likes to overtrain, whoa
Then I told her, "Slow the lane"
Then I told her, "Baby, you might wanna show restraint"
Then I told her, "Fuck it, whatchu' know, it′s all the same"
You got some shit to overcome, so I really hope you came, wait
White wines, baby, white lines
This is my time
Know me well from my timeline
[Verse 6]
She's on my dick, she knows me from somewhere on TV
And she saw me on the internet
I only let her give me brain, what can I say, I love her intellect
She understands that I am on the come up, so she sees the benefit
She wants to hold on tighter, so she let's go of my waist, for a better grip
Please don't, please don't
Two or no less in a threesome
Let me know if you need some
Drop it low unless your knees don't, work
[Verse 7]
Maybe I should not be drinkin'
Before you ask me just how I feel
Maybe I should not be drinkin'
'Fore I speak my mind, that's not ideal
Yeah, I got a girlfriend
Yeah, I should be faithful
I think of you like Wi-Fi
And I think of her like cable, woo
[Verse 8]
Baby, baby Brenda got a baby
And you came from the 80s
And they call a **** wavy
Baby, baby Brenda got a baby
And you came from the 80s
And they call a **** wavy
Written by: Carlos St. John Phillips, Corey 'Latif' Williams, Lee Stashenko
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