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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lady London
Lady London
Performer
B-Boy Stance
B-Boy Stance
Performer
Jerry Green
Jerry Green
Programming
Aijalon Williams-Brown
Aijalon Williams-Brown
Guitar
LennAsia Harvey
LennAsia Harvey
Background Vocals
Aijalon WIlliams
Aijalon WIlliams
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Green
Jeremiah Green
Composer
Zaire Stewart
Zaire Stewart
Composer
B-Boy
B-Boy
Composer
Melissa Elliott
Melissa Elliott
Composer
Timothy Mosely
Timothy Mosely
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lady London
Lady London
Recording Engineer
Jerry Green
Jerry Green
Producer
Jeremiah Green
Jeremiah Green
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yo, who you texting?
Whatchu mean, yo?
I look stupid to you?
Naw, you sound stupid
[Verse 1]
It's eight o'clock in the morning
You fake yawning
I noticed you been texting a while
So I'm fake snoring
I roll on to your side of the bed
And I face forward
I just know that you been messing around
But I can't prove it
I'm like, "Look"
What?
"Who the fuck is that?"
"Who the fuck is who?"
"Boy, I'll break that phone in half"
[Verse 2]
Man, you trippin'
You get on yo' shit and you throw a fit
And you start creating pictures of bitches that don't exist
And it be the same ones with the temper that won't admit
And you wonder why a **** won't commit
Man, you know you on some shit
No, you are
[Chorus]
You could never waste my time
Can't afford to have you on my mind
So you can go and save your lies
Can't have nobody fucking up my vibe
Spend no time with me
Spendin' no time with me
Me, me
[Verse 3]
Yo
Why every time I come around, you bring these hoes up? (Because)
And every time that I turn down, you turn your nose up? (Huh?)
You keep talkin', but you playing like you know stuff
And every time I try to walk away you wanna throw stuff?
Wait, hold up
[Verse 4]
So now you gaslighting?
And that bitch from ya past right? (Nah)
I told you I was born at night, not last night (Okay)
Don't, don't get slick
'Cause I'll run up in yo' shit
What you think, because I'm passive
I won't pull up on yo' bitch?
[Verse 5]
Well, we ain't gon' talk about the past 'cause I know **** that you hit
And all them **** had you gassed off of the bag that they ain't get
And how they walked out on the tab and had you sad, looking sick
Hashtag, **** bagged you for a pic
[Verse 6]
Oh, the bag that they ain't get?
How quickly you forget (What?)
'Cause I remember giving you my last for you to flip
So you got some audacity to casually convince yourself you him
Would've never been a thing if I ain't–
[Verse 7]
Yo, yo, yo
What's the deal with you? (What?)
I'm just trying to build with you
I feel like you lying
Just keeping it real wit' you
Yeah, well, I feel like you trying too hard, and it's real simple
Real simple?
Look, you wasting my time is the real issue
[Chorus]
You could never waste my time
Can't afford to have you on my mind
So you can go and save your lies
Can't have nobody fucking up my vibe
Spend no time with me
Spendin' no time with me
Me, me
[Outro]
You could never waste my time
Can't afford to have you on my mind
So you can go and save your lies
Can't have nobody fucking up my vibe
Spend no time with me
Yo, who you texting?
Spendin' no time with me
Whatchu mean, yo?
Me, me
I look stupid to you?
Naw, you sound stupid
Written by: B-Boy, Jeremiah Green, Melissa Elliott, Timothy Mosely, Zaire Stewart
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