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Lexa Gates - Yourself (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lexa Gates
Lexa Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivanna Alexandra
Ivanna Alexandra
Songwriter
William Lemos
William Lemos
Songwriter
Johnny Daye
Johnny Daye
Songwriter
Eddie Best
Eddie Best
Songwriter
Eugene Dorsett
Eugene Dorsett
Songwriter
John Mitchell
John Mitchell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Lemos
Billy Lemos
Producer
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Mixing Engineer
Triggmixedit
Triggmixedit
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm illiterate, I don't know how to read a room
I made it weird, but that's okay 'cause I'll be leaving soon
I know I'm blessed, but still I find myself impending doom
I'm burning up under the pressure like the sun in June
I need some water, but I'm too afraid to ask for it
A million things I need, I'm too afraid to ask for
I could go anywhere, got guala and a passport
But I just sit around and pout 'cause I'm a bad sport
How do I buy a house? How do I make this last?
How do I catch the, feel like it's too fast
I used to have a couple things but threw them in the trash
The time is up, your baby got a mustache
[Chorus]
Now what's there to do?
When I find out, I swear I'll show you
I'm way too worried 'bout myself
Is that okay for just the moment?
Don't stress me out
'Cause I could do without the bullshit
You were supposed on my side, but you're way too worried 'bout yourself
You only worry 'bout yourself
You only worry 'bout yourself
You were supposed on my side, but you're way too worried 'bout yourself
[Verse 2]
Just projecting
Light bussing on the Rollie, it's reflecting
Woke up wearing the same shit I had slept in
Didn't drag you in my life, you type just crept in
Time flying while I hit the ground running
If you gunning for me, me, me, I'll give you a great shot
No sleep, still going, eyes bloodshot
Hit the store and left the crib, I let the fruits rot
[Chorus]
Now what's there to do?
When I find out, I swear I'll show you
I'm way too worried 'bout myself
Is that okay for just the moment?
Don't stress me out
'Cause I could do without the bullshit
You were supposed on my side, but you're way too worried 'bout yourself
You only worry 'bout yourself
You only worry 'bout yourself
You were supposed on my side, but you're way too worried 'bout yourself
Written by: Eddie Best, Eugene Dorsett, Ivanna Alexandra, Ivanna Martinez, John Mitchell, Johnny Daye, William Lemos
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