Top Songs By Ahmed, With Love.
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ahmed, With Love.
Lead Vocals
Kylté
Performer
Gavin Curtis
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmed Karim Tamu
Lyrics
Gavin Curtis
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Killian Taylor
Producer
Lyrics
(Let's go... let's come...)
(Everybody at home, let's come)
Off the cuff like escapees
Make good of mistakes
Make love watch it fade
At least it's here for today
I got to look in his face and it's ugly
Trust getting pushed in the shade
That's enough for today
On the run like a race
Only trust my way
Know it's love but I couldn't give a fuck if you changed
Begone, leapfrog, make dust on your way
Trust me it's worse to be brave
I know a couple turn in the grave
Know a couple looking down from above when I pray
Know a couple that is cheating on each other, shouldn't say but
On the gram looking comfy, brave
Turn one into two, turn it back again
Something happened, they don't wanna hear me rap again
Scrambling, checking all me stats
Might've never even had it 'cause I don't know where the magic went
Give it here
I have a vision but it isn't very clear
The answer at the bottom of the beer
The truth's what you feel and not hear
I'm not here
Tax man throwing fits abouts my fees
Did a search, but never seen the tricks up my sleeve
I was- I was bummy, had to fix up my jeans
Now there's money, it's funny how this lifts up the team
Acting out, had to switch up my scenes
I was mad, annoyed, I was pissed off, I'm mean
Had a baggy in my shorts, had the spliff in my seams
Had a drink in my cup too, criss crossing streams
This cost a mean penny too, I'm obscene
I'm bizarre I'm off-kilter, off the bean
Im not far off, I'm near first, I'm topping leagues
I'm a star, got the lead verse, I'm talking lead verse
Hard but I've seen worse
Got some weight on my shoulders, my knees hurt
Drop an 8-bar and it's over, the scene's dirt
Put some synth strings all over my mean words
Fuck with the steez?
Living life with an element of ease
Simple as, elementary like L M N O P
Y'all were shaking, why you acting like you ain't afraid of me
Any opp of Killian just ain't a friend of me
Ain't a pal of mine, brother, ain't a mate of mine
Yous were buying bots and you aint never made a dime
You was in the limelight, couldn't make a shine
I can choose a Jag over Luas anytime
Tax man throwing fits abouts my fees
Did a search, never seen the tricks up my sleeve
I was- I was bummy, had to fix up my jeans
Now there's money, it's funny how this lifts up the team
Acting out, had to switch up my scenes
I was mad, annoyed, I was pissed off, I'm mean
Had a baggy in my jorts, had the spliff in my seams
I had the spliff in my yessir...
Dexter! (help...)
Lookin' like Sylvester (please...)
Clank! Clank!
Clank!
(Money!!!)
Written by: Ahmed Karim Tamu, Gavin Curtis