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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ilia Mamai
Ilia Mamai
Composer
Bryce Albert Michael Woodcock
Bryce Albert Michael Woodcock
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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BLKCRØMB
Producer
Sam Bo Bachrack
Sam Bo Bachrack
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm at my limit
Same picture any way you fucking spin it
I was young and fucking up that's how I did it
Never one to focus on a type of image
I been worried bout this green like it's Spinach
Now I'm living top down
Touch down MIA not my old town
And this not my old sound
Blacked out windows you won't see em rolled down
Eyes so red bitch I'm looking dead
Skelly man he gon hit you with the lead
Swear these pussy boys never thinking with they head
Ima crash out whip the gat out he a fed
I can't help it that your bitch want my bed
You a crack head prolly out jacking Pseudoephed
But instead I get money stack it up to my head
Leave him top down red in the dirt where I said
She gon bring the heat down while I brake the beat down
So cold everything is looking grey and bleak now
So bold but I’m used to it numb and weak now
Never know what I'm doing with myself leaned out
But I'm still that mother fucker blow a bitches spleen out
Clean it out I don't wanna hear a word out that mouth
This my house need you walking round it without a blouse
How a spouse gon belittle me turn me into a mouse
Eyes so red bitch I'm looking dead
Skelly man he gon hit you with the lead
Swear these pussy boys never thinking with they head
Ima crash out whip the gat out he a fed
I can't help it that your bitch want my bed
You a crack head prolly out jacking Pseudoephed
But instead I get money stack it up to my head
Leave him top down red in the dirt where I said
Written by: Bryce Albert Michael Woodcock, Ilia Mamai
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