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G-Eazy, Fight & F**k (Lyrics - Chorus)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Vocals
Annika Rose
Annika Rose
Background Vocals
Goody Grace
Goody Grace
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Annika Rose
Annika Rose
Songwriter
Jesse Aicher
Jesse Aicher
Songwriter
Sam Martin
Sam Martin
Songwriter
Eli Evnen
Eli Evnen
Songwriter
Rodaidh McDonald
Rodaidh McDonald
Songwriter
Myles Mills
Myles Mills
Songwriter
Delilah Montagu
Delilah Montagu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jesse Aicher
Jesse Aicher
Producer
Sam Martin
Sam Martin
Producer
Eli Evnen
Eli Evnen
Producer
Rodaidh McDonald
Rodaidh McDonald
Mixing Engineer
Austin Ward
Austin Ward
Vocal Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Jesse Ack
Jesse Ack
Executive Producer
Nate Mingo
Nate Mingo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Adam Burt
Adam Burt
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Brandon Hernandez
Brandon Hernandez
Assistant Engineer
Kegn Venegas
Kegn Venegas
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Huh We fight, then we fuck, fall out of love On, then we're off, can't get enough We fight, then we fuck, wakin' up drunk You're callin' me crazy, that's what you made me (yeah, uh) We got in a tiff, so I fixed it at Tiffany Lightened your blue, that's how I showed sympathy I took a hit, had an epiphany They were just melodies, you were my symphony You get done up, your hair and your nails You put that new dress on, you're wearin' your heels I paid for them meals and therapy bills But to this day, wonderin' what therapy heals So we do Remedy Diner for breakfast To remedy all of our reckless To pick up the pieces that fell apart Last night again, this cycle is endless I mean, it's dumb and it's senseless Don't wanna regret this We both play these games But I wish we could make this shit fit, I'm just no good at Tetris We fight, then we fuck, fall out of love On, then we're off, can't get enough We fight, then we fuck, wakin' up drunk You're callin' me crazy, that's what you made me (tss, fuck it) Ah-ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah, ah Ah-ah (we fight, then we fuck, then always make up) Ah, ah (fi-fight and we fuck, then always make up) Ah, ah (we fight, then we fuck, then always make up) Ah, ah (fi-fight, and we fuck, then always make up) We can't press rewind, first time that I might not say yes this time But if I dip, I know you'll move on to who's next in line Uh, double text my phone, if you call once more, I'ma press decline But if we gotta fight, can it please at least end in sex this time? This time, next time I'ma handle shit different Time I finally wake up and get wit' it Time I finally get back on my pimpin' Time we grow up and stop bullshittin' Time you stop trippin' on other women See the fight comin', call the car, I'm dippin' 'Cause even the best sex I had in my life Ain't worth these fights and the same repetition We fight, then we fuck (yeah), fall out of love (listen) On, then we're off, can't get enough We fight, then we fuck, wakin' up drunk You're callin' me crazy, that's what you made me (tss, fuck it) Ah-ah-ah, ah Ah-ah, ah, ah Ah-ah (we fight, then we fuck, then always make up) Ah, ah (fi-fight and we fuck, then always make up) Ah, ah (we fight, then we fuck, then always make up) Ah, ah (fi-fight, and we fuck, then always make up) I had you, I lost you, I need you I hate you, I love you, I need you (Ah-ah-ah, ah) fight, fuck, make up (Ah-ah-ah, ah) make love, give up (Ah-ah-ah, ah) scream, shout, break stuff (Ah-ah-ah) pass out, wake up
Writer(s): Myles Mills, Gerald Gillum, Delilah Montagu, Rodaidh Mcdonald, Sam Martin, Jesse Aichner, Eli Even, Austin Ward Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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