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PERFORMING ARTISTS
AJ Tracey
AJ Tracey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ché Wolton Grant
Ché Wolton Grant
Lyrics
Nathaniel Odueyingbo
Nathaniel Odueyingbo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathaniel Odueyingbo
Nathaniel Odueyingbo
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Are you mine?
That's a question I ask all time
I touch booth with my hand on my heart
But it feels like you got your hand on my mind
I'm a vet when it comes to the tings
What, tings, I just decline
When I leave ends you're on my mind
Could I jump out and call you wife?
Like, tryna ask you are you mine
[Verse 1]
Some of my old tings never could dress
Looked good out of their dress but didn't impress
Some of dem girls love cigarettes
Outside of the box tryna lose stress
Love thick thighs, I'm a fan of the breasts
OCD, I couldn't handle the mess
If your crib's on Kings Road but I see socks from the intro
Then I gotta plan for the next
Some girls hated on my council address
Till I spun their world like my hands on the decks
Pretty and Russian, tryna have the coldest discussion
And they love a hand on their necks
Asian girl, kawaii
Set good and she love a anime like me
Jujutsu Kaisen, Baki Hanma analysing
Cute in a plain white tee (Love dat)
[Verse 2]
Trini man, I love a island gyal
But a rude ting dat and her timing's bad
Mean screwface but a righteous tan
Tryna say I won't blow cah my rhyming's bad
But my timing's on
Piling the money tryna climb this wong
I don't need gifts I just need a mind that's strong
Big bright brain and a tiny thong
Wifey not a Tinie song
[Chorus]
Are you mine?
That's a question I ask all time
I touch booth with my hand on my heart
But it feels like you got your hand on my mind
I'm a vet when it comes to the tings
What, tings, I just decline
When I leave ends you're on my mind
Could I jump out and call you wife?
Like, tryna ask you are you mine
[Verse 3]
Class A, no mix inna dis
My ting from Dyckman, hates chip in the spliff
Gotta be grabba
Not a valdez or a lala
But she got bricks in the lift
Nuttin but hips in the towns
She told me fuck Nets, gotta switch to Knicks
Indian leng ting only calls me when she's venting
Or it's too cold where she's renting
[Verse 4]
No time for a girl with the bad manners
Rather a girl tryna flag bandanas
Rather a girl tryna fight with spanners
Or sell my rare cards on her Facebook banners
Last two lightskin tings that I knew were cannons, always warring Karens
My tings all top lane like Teemos, Malphites, Setts, Urgots or Garens
Oldskool soul but a new skool leader
Got asked for a feature by my teacher
Got asked on a date night by my lecturer
I just wanna learn more when I'm textin' her
[Verse 5]
I love loud girls, ad-lib ting
Harira and hobs from my Maghreb ting
Master ball, I gotta catch this ting
No tinder I'll slide when I match this ting
[Chorus]
Are you mine?
That's a question I ask all time
I touch booth with my hand on my heart
But it feels like you got your hand on my mind
I'm a vet when it comes to the tings
What, tings, I just decline
When I leave ends you're on my mind
Could I jump out and call you wife?
Like, tryna ask you are you mine
[Chorus]
That's a question I ask all time
I touch booth with my hand on my heart
But it feels like you got your hand on my mind
I'm a vet when it comes to the tings
What, tings, I just decline
When I leave ends you're on my mind
Could I jump out and call you wife?
Like, I'm tryna ask you–
Written by: Ché Wolton Grant, Nathaniel Odueyingbo
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