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Mandy Rose - Back Outside (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mandy Rose
Mandy Rose
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damare Mobley
Damare Mobley
Songwriter
Amanda Rose Ratchford
Amanda Rose Ratchford
Songwriter
Thomas Brown
Thomas Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Treyvonce Moore
Treyvonce Moore
Mixing Engineer
BLANCO BABY MOB
BLANCO BABY MOB
Producer

Lyrics

Well
Have you ever been stranded
And you can't find your way out
With nothin' left but two dollars
Up in your bank account
Call up a guy for money moves
He said whatchu wanna do
Anything as long as a I get a pay out
So he calls me up a ride
Tells me to meet him inside
Said I was coming there to model
I think that he lied
Cause the whole time
That man was sendin' me to a whore house
A whore house?
Yes, a whore house!
Anyways, he says get on your knees
And I can take care of all your problems
If you do what I need
You can take off your clothes
And I'll go get you a drink
A little somethin' to sniff
And it'll probably be pink
So, I
Shit, why did I do that?
The walls are caving in
And I don't know where my shoes at
Then I wake up
Still wearin' the same makeup
My head throbbing
I dare motherfucker to say to sum
I look around the house for somethin' to rob
I'd rather get my lick back
Then get a regular job
I grab a couple thousand dollars
And some new Loubuitins
I snap my fingers three times
Then poof I'm gone, bitch
I'm back outside again
Again again again
I'm back outside again
And we know how this ends
I'm back outside again
Again, again, again
I'm back outside again
Again, again
Everyone askin' me what I did
Doin so much blow
That I can't close my eyelids
I'm trippin
My head spinnin
Don't even know where to begin
Listen I need a moment of silence
Please shut up
Much better
Stop askin me when
I'm gonna get all of my shit together
Cause I'm still doing better
Than half of these dumb kids
Who still live with their momma
Doin' part time at Dunkin's
You know your daughter
Wanna be just like me
Tryna walk into the club
With a fake ID
She got a tight see through dress huggin' her body
Cause she trynna get in to the after party
I'm back outside again
Again, again, again
I'm back outside again
And we how this ends
I'm back outside again
Again again again
I'm back outside again
Again, again
Written by: Amanda Rose Ratchford, Damare Mobley, Thomas Brown
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