Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foggieraw
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sol Was
Songwriter
Jesse Lawrence Owusu
Songwriter
David James Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foggieraw
Producer
Sol Was
Producer
Dave James
Producer
Ben "benjixyz" M.
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Some say that love don't cost a thing
Some say that love cost everything (yeah, yeah)
I called your phone, you let it ring
A comedy or tragedy
You the first girl I met when I moved to this dumbass city
You was pretty, but you wasn't too pretty
Really wanna kill me like, "John Tucker must die"
Knew I acted shitty, but I wasn't too shitty, was I?
Yeah, you the cool I respect, I was presi', yeah, the auto committee
Wasn't litty, but you saw me with pity
A little witty, but you knew I was shy
My eyes pretty, but I wasn't too pretty, was I?
When you came to me though, you came with a debt
You stole your mama's Cadillac, and you made it a wreck
You wasn't supposed to talk and drive, you ain't supposed to do that
It's gonna cost you an arm and a neck, yeah
You made a pact out of respect, you can take me to the place I always wanted to get
You can show me all the mysteries the popular's get
And as for your bills, something I can forget
Some say that love don't cost a thing (they don't cost nothing at all)
Some say that love cost everything (let it ring, but you gotta call)
I called your phone, you let it ring
A comedy or tragedy
My mama lookin' at me like, "Al, what's happenin'?"
My friends keep lookin' at me like, "Dawg, you mackin'"
But then, you start lookin' at me like, "Damn, what's happenin'?"
Even the master could fall prey to an assassin
What reason do you have to be mad?
When your mama got back, she ain't even know that you messed up her car
What the hell you're doing getting so smart
Out here reading, still I arise, ok Paris, you taking it too far
Yo, you're one of the cheerleaders, you just date ball players
You know that ball players gonna be ball players
You thought I was different 'cause I ain't no ball player
Shit, but life's a tricky game we all players
Uhm, your body like a hourglass
That's just not a little booty I could bypass
Married to the game, you already know why I ask
Life's a piece of cake, but a wedding cake with nine layers
Some say that love don't cost a thing
Some say that love cost everything
I called your phone, you let it ring
A comedy or tragedy
Writer(s): David Miller, Solomon Cole Fagenson, Jesse Owusu
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