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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Central Cee
Central Cee
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Central Cee
Central Cee
Songwriter
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Mikkel S. Eriksen
Mikkel S. Eriksen
Songwriter
Tor Erik Hermansen
Tor Erik Hermansen
Songwriter
Shaffer Smith
Shaffer Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Producer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Without your love, feelin' suicidal, but I keep my head up
Without the pounds, couldn't count on you, that's why I need my bread up
I told everyone I cut her out, I can't be seen with her
She say I'm a slut, don't give a fuck, I agree with her
Travel 'round the world, and you're the only one that's on my mind
Make me wanna come back home right now, commit a homicide
Treat you like the other side, treat you like you're not my wife
Fuck you like a slut, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the other night
[Verse 1]
There's truth in the lies
You didn't even seem to care when I blew through a five
I took you shoppin', you was coppin' them shoes in your size
I kept it real with you because I thought you wouldn't mind
Baby, if I knew you'd act like that, I would save you the stress
I don't wanna see you mad like that, but you make me regret
I'm takin' back all what I said, let me pay my respect
Unpress the button, let's restart to the day that we met
[Chorus]
Without your love, feelin' suicidal, but I keep my head up
Without the pounds, couldn't count on you, that's why I need my bread up
I told everyone I cut her out, I can't be seen with her
She say I'm a slut, don't give a fuck, I agree with her
Travel 'round the world, and you're the only one that's on my mind
Make me wanna come back home right now, commit a homicide
Treat you like the other side, treat you like you're not my wife
Fuck you like a slut, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the other night
[Verse 2]
Show me love, I know what it was, I gotta reassure
Tried to geek her up to take some drugs, she like to keep it pure
We can't speak on what we did in Vegas, gotta leave it here
Said her titties small, but one surgery make 'em reappear
I'm sick and tired of love songs, I flood her out with diamonds
Leave Chanel with hoods on, I like to shop in private
Palm Jumeirah trip, I'm in Dubai, I'm on an island
You get what you want if you just take care of assignments
Hold me back, baby, hold me back, baby
I'm a savage, I'm a 'Raq baby
I'm just goin' to get this money, I'll be back, baby
Put that pussy on me and wonder why I act crazy
My bank account got me dodgin' all the sack chasers
They just tryna fall in love with me
I be runnin' from the bitches who be lyin' on me
Actin' like they in the club with me
[Chorus]
Without your love, feelin' suicidal, but I keep my head up
Without the pounds, couldn't count on you, that's why I need my bread up
I told everyone I cut her out, I can't be seen with her
She say I'm a slut, don't give a fuck, I agree with her
Travel 'round the world, and you're the only one that's on my mind
Make me wanna come back home right now, commit a homicide
Treat you like the other side, treat you like you're not my wife
Fuck you like a slut, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout the other night
Written by: Central Cee, Durk Banks, Harley Arsenault, Mikkel S. Eriksen, Oakley Ceasar-su, Shaffer Smith, Tor Erik Hermansen
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