Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Producer
Lyrics
She went crazy
I don't let you down on me no more, what happened?
Rollin' on a wrist, let's fuck these lil' tats now
I don't like you here, I wanna go home
This, uh, this is just a test, yeah, I'm tryin' my best, yeah
Goddamn, I'm fucked up this time, oh, oh
Stretch this, bitch said, "Babe, come stretch this"
My money ain't no flex, I'm deep in ya, I had sex with it
My money ain't had sex with it
Hey, lil' ****, on my wrist, she gave me the Capoteco
Just made her the rest of that, yeah, makin' her dance, hey, ayy
Swish-bop, she want my pencil, ayy
My love, you in a bad bouquet
No baseball, put lil' champ on frame
That's a ten, but you know that's insane
That ain't your game, that's all you can claim
You tryna be a bum, why you tryna be a slave?
Uh, ****, give her everything, I'm not TSA, yeah
These two fists are heavenly, I can feel my face
I can feel the fake
In the morning, angel around, I can feel the wing
She tryna defend me, tryna peel my brain, yeah
Open my honey up, I'm too fed
Who you leave? Why don't you stay?
Stunned cat, in the picture 'round, it's a lot of ass
Fuck you say you finna do? You won't finna crash
Shoot the heart out, shoot it down, how you hold a trap?
You bitch, you try cut your face, then take off the lashes
Bitch, I fucked your best friend, but that shit was passin'
My crush more like ganja, ****, I'm a rasta
Don't you feel that rain down? You know that's our weapon
You can't get no back up
I feel the rain, yeah
I love the cuts, feel the pain, yeah
How you gon' get there? I'ma free you the chain
How you learn from yourself? You gon' feel ashamed, yeah
I don't know what you done with me no more
What happened?
Mm, wristless, fuck these lil' tats, man
I'm already here, I wanna go home
This, this is just a test, yeah
I'm tryin' my best, goddamn, I fucked up this time, whoa-oh
Stretch this, bitch say, "Babe, come stretch this"
My money ain't no flex, I'm deep in ya, I had sex with it
My money ain't had sex with it
Had lil' **** on my wrist, she gave me the capoteco
Just made her a rasta dance, yeah, makin' her dance her ass
Swish bar, she want my pants to ask, "My love, you want a big bouquet?"
No baseball, put lil' champ on frame, that's a ten, but you know that's insane
If they trickin', that's all you can claim
Why you tryna be a bum? Why you tryna be a slave?
Uh, ****, I'll give her everything, I'm not TSA, yeah
These two fists are heavenly, I can't feel my face
Ayy, I'm for her success with me 'cause she got different tastes
****, time ain't killin', bruh, ****, send her away
I could never save a bitch, ****, send her, okay
Look, we can go and take a trip, I can take her ass away
Ayy, ayy, I can take her ass, hurry it up
Give me peace, yo, you get three shells
So I put this bitch right in your mouth, you get heat, yeah
Spent hours drivin' 'round thinkin' these trees real
But you finna lose my mind, had to fuck this tree, it's chill
Your **** been through a lot, it gave me a beast build
You tried to realize, open up the miles, you can't see still
You can't hide, yeah, behind that car if you peek, kill
Back lockin', steady shakin' when I'm in the D still
I can feel the rain, I can feel the rain, ah
I can feel the rain, ah
I can feel the rain, yeah
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson