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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Proph
Proph
Vocals
Isabella Baker
Isabella Baker
Strings
Elijah Ade
Elijah Ade
Acoustic Baritone Guitar
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Proph
Proph
Songwriter
Isabella Baker
Isabella Baker
Composer
Elijah Ade
Elijah Ade
Composer
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Songwriter
Elliot Emmanuel Jeremiah Aubrey
Elliot Emmanuel Jeremiah Aubrey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Proph
Proph
Producer
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't fall, baby
Shit ain't feeling like it's supposed to, baby
I wrote you, baby
Don't know the streets but you know me, and I'm cold too, baby
So how we get to
8:00 AM, South Terminal, I'm fucked up and I'm running late
Broke but I'm finna cash out, blow your back out for another day
I don't need you to tell me I'm falling for you, you, you
[Chorus]
Cah that shit mine
So fuck my feelings, girl (Feelings, girl)
You still call me baby when I'm around the world
It's okay, maybe
Cah you don't even need nobody else, my bae
You know I'll take care of myself, my bae, but lately
Even if we say it's love
You can't hold me like these cuffs
Even if we say it's love
You can't hold me up
[Verse 2]
I started fucking with a shorty, she ain't from my hood
She don't know about no Dellys or gang repping
She don't know a man switch cellys for bank methods
Flew her to the Ends, she already got mad questions
She wonder why I don't smile when I'm taking photos
She think this car that pulled up beside me is just a Volvo
She don't know much about the code and what I was dealt
But that pussy showed me shit that I don't know about myself
I inhaled this street shit in my lungs
We hit the block but I gotta leave you out by the front
I stumble in the crib, and you thinking its 'cause I'm lit
But I don't wan' remember shit so I fuck on you while I'm drunk
I made a pool where you stay, it was warm at your place
But cold blood is all I store in my veins
Cah the game we play is heartless, my **** facing charges
So I'm just being real when I ain't smiling at them galas
[Verse 3]
I'm breaking down as I get higher up
Know you told me you my ride or die, you rode this dick, now it's the dying part
You touching on me tryna find my scars
I just gotta look outside and I'm reminded
Maybe I fuck with you, it ain't enough
I think I got trust issues without the trust
I feel way more at home when I'm in cuffs
But still, I know I'm gonna hit you up
[Chorus]
Cah that shit mine
So fuck my feelings, girl (Feelings, girl)
You still call me baby when I'm around the world
It's okay, maybe
Cah you don't even need nobody else, my bae
You know I'll take care of myself, my bae, but lately
Even if we say it's love
You can't hold me like these cuffs
Even if we say it's love
You can't hold me up
[Outro]
Nobody, nobody
Written by: Cass Lowe, Elijah Ade, Elliot Emmanuel Jeremiah Aubrey, Isabella Baker, Proph
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