Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aaron Page
Lead Vocals
Domani Harris
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Page
Songwriter
Domani Harris
Songwriter
Julius Rivera III
Songwriter
Timothy McKibbins
Songwriter
Quinton Cook
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B100
Producer
Squat Beats
Producer
Musik Major X
Producer
Lyrics
Girl, I've been needing some sympathy
The streets ain't no friend to me
I admit I've been outside way too long
All ain't fair in love and war
Two shots need a couple more
And I might tell the DJ to our play a song (DJ, play our song)
And I, I admit I miss the times I drive you crazy
And I, and I hope that you don't take this the wrong way
But you something like my favorite
Yeah, when you coming home, she like when you coming home
Wake up, I check my phone, I gotta leave these clubs alone
Miss when you in the zone
Pull up, you got nothin' on
Tell these hoes leave me alone
Think I need her knee alone
But I'm in this booth, all I think about is you, babe
And they want your spot, tryna tell 'em that it's too late
Spend every dime how we rockin', I got blue faces
I'm in love with you
And I hope that you don't take this the wrong way
But I'm tryna see that thing from the back
And I'm tryna make some things change
Please double back
I'm just tryna give you everything
Girl, I've been needing some sympathy
The streets ain't no friend to me
And then I've been outside way too long
All ain't fair in love and war
Two shots need a couple more
And I might tell the DJ to our play a song (DJ, play our song)
And I, I admit I miss the times I drive you crazy
And I, and I hope that you don't take this the wrong way
But you something like my favorite
Something like my (goddamn), something like my (oh, shit)
Something like the reason I curse outside of these songs here
You know I'm expressive, I won't waste it on the wrong shit
But I feel you worth it, so how about we do some grown shit
Go ahead, ask me who I'm talking to
How many hoes be texting me
And watch me say some shit like
Baby, no one if you next to me
And watch you think that's just another line I say to every freak
And watch us fall out every week
Fuss fight, rinse with pee
A double shot of dime for me
A French 7-5 for her
And watch her brain air-tabbed me
She know who her daddy be
We just goin' through the motions
Turbulence done brought us closer
But to keep it real, I wanna feel
Girl, I've been needing some sympathy
The streets ain't no friend to me
I admit I've been outside way too long
All ain't fair in love and war
Two shots need a couple more
And I might tell the DJ to our play a song (DJ, play our song)
And I, I admit I miss the times I drive you crazy
And I, and I hope that you don't take this the wrong way
But you something like my favorite (yeah)
Written by: Aaron Page, Domani Harris, Julius Rivera III, Quinton Cook, Timothy McKibbins