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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kofi
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daenan Kofi Gyimah
Songwriter
Junior Mitchell
Songwriter
Owen Puckett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kofi
Mastering Engineer
Daenan Kofi Gyimah
Mixing Engineer
O.P
Producer
Junior Mitchell
Mixing Engineer
Dominic Okune
Mastering Engineer
James Musshorn
Engineer
Noah Rodriguez
Engineer
Owen Puckett
Producer
Lyrics
[PreChorus]
I'd rather chase a check than check on you
And I'd rather chase a flex than flex on you
I'd rather count it up than have to count on you
I'd rather be on my own than be with you
I'd rather be a hoe than have to hold you down
I gotta be on go, I'd rather go around
Give you a piece of my mind
The last thing that you'll get from me
[Chorus]
We don't make sense
Yeah, yeah
We don't make sense
I did the math and everything and baby, we don't make sense
Yeah
We don't make sense
[Verse 1]
Seven thirty in the morning, why you texting on me?
You dissed me, why you checkin' on me?
Your words used to be sweet, they turned to weapons on me
So I pulled a you on you, thanks for the lesson homie
If you pulled a me on me that shit would boss you up
I put a hesi on my love for you to cross you up
When you look me in the eyes askin' if we're falling off
[Verse 2]
I'd rather lie and say I love you when you say you love me
Than start a fight out in public that turns to a scene
You're shooting shots like you're Vegas but this not GME
My life a movie but there ain't no happy endings with me
I'm on the
I'm on the road for the summer
I'm hopping flights for the summer
I'm on the boat for a summer
I'm on a
I'm going Monaco for the summer, yeah
I'm on a
[PreChorus]
I'd rather chase a check than check on you
And I'd rather chase a flex than flex on you
I'd rather count it up than have to count on you
I'd rather be on my own than be with you
I'd rather be a hoe than have to hold you down
I gotta be on go, I'd rather go around
Give you a piece of my mind
The last thing that you'll get from me
[Chorus]
We don't make sense
Yeah, yeah
We don't make sense
I did the math and everything and baby, we don't make sense
Yeah
We don't make sense
[Verse 3]
Look
From you I had to get distant, hopped on a flight cause I'm trippin'
Across the world, still I'm bugging, 'cause girl, you stuck in my luggage
I'm hopping flights tryna lose you, changed my number and addy
I wasn't lost when you found me, but I was lost when you had me, I had to
Pack up all my thoughts again and get away
I got you everything but you can't get your way with me
My first mistake was thinking you're my queen but girl your last mistake was thinking I won't leave
'Cause all you do is test me, stress me, I put my neck out and you dess me
I just put up with it 'cause you sexy and you know that
The fire of our love's been burning dim so don't blow that
[Chorus]
We don't make sense
Yeah
We don't make sense
I did the math and everything and baby, we don't make sense
Yeah
We don't make sense
Written by: Daenan Kofi Gyimah, Junior Mitchell, Op Op, Owen Puckett