Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foggieraw
Foggieraw
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sol Was
Sol Was
Songwriter
Jesse Lawrence Owusu
Jesse Lawrence Owusu
Songwriter
David James Miller
David James Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Foggieraw
Foggieraw
Producer
Sol Was
Sol Was
Producer
Dave James
Dave James
Producer
Ben "benjixyz" M.
Ben "benjixyz" M.
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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