Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
leancat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luca Bunda
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Producer
Lyrics
(Taking my own grace)
Now you're having me in bad bits
Can't say this feeling's average
You don't wanna deal with antics
And I don't wanna have sex
I'd rather have my roots back
In many aspects
I look right over that, yes, I know
Know it's not best
I had you so obsessed
Treat you like I want you around
Like a pest
You screaming, "Yeah I got all that" like a cat
You act like you love me
Might get you that McLint
Best to take it slow like it's 140 on the dash
And I know I'm not the best for you, I get stressed
I get stressed with my stuff
I ain't get played though, yeah
I don't wanna see you go, yeah
Ain't gon' take the road, yeah
Why you stab me in my heart but then it ain't no blood?
I been built out for you
I been cried out to you
Yeah, I feel your energy and when you hurt, I'm hurt too
I should've never rented off, I got two hoes too
I tell bro I'm thank you, love 4 4 then put a hole in you
Yeah, my niece gon' flip the bitch, we told the ho shit, what to do
Had too much access to the drink, my ****, damn, they're immune to the flu
Crash out and stay down with the truth
Blow my money off 'cause I'm the stoop
****, I'm the stoop, ****, I'm the engineer
Just me, Jack Dames, your case of beer
I'll suck your neck, then lick your ear
I wonder if it's the same for you, that ****
Baby, do you feel the same?
Do you just feel like this shit ain't right, you wanna change the game?
I know some nights you feel like you just want to go hang your brain
Too much in the past, too much trash, we can't even entertain
And I don't even got the energy, I was treating you like the enemy
Sometimes you gotta sit down on that bench, accept that you got a penalty
I don't even realize we had to cheat, I don't even got that dick to defend me
I feel like I love him so damn hard, I can't even be there
For every new plug, I have my pipe on the door, you know I got Ridley
Already know it, already gone
Losing control, what's up?
They hate me, me and bad bitch
Can't say this for the average
You don't wanna deal with antics
And I don't wanna have sex
I'd rather have my wrist back
In many aspects, I look right over that, yes
I know, I know it's not best
I heard you so obsessed
I was tryna be strong, just like you was
Written by: Luca Bunda