Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
OverDoz.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Composer
Khallid Muhammad
Composer
Jess Willard
Composer
Brett Bailey
Composer
Curtis Price, Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Todd Hurtt
Assistant Engineer
Jacob Dennis
Assistant Engineer
Eric Eylands
Assistant Engineer
Raphael Mesquita
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Hey
[Verse 3]
I ain't have no weed or money when I met her, now she hate me
Cliche cheapskate, love to fuckin' debate
Said she never had a daddy, I ain't used to being patient
Got a lot of spite, but that pussy tight, I'ma wait
I can hold a lot of money, she can hold a lot of grudges
I buy a lot of weed and A C T like I don't give a fuck
I guess I'm too young for love
Must be lust, too young for love
Must be drugs, too young for love
Must be lust, too young for love
Must be drugs
[Verse 4]
(Never got a last kiss) I never got it, never got it
(Baby, do you remember me?) Nope, nope, I never got it, never got it
(Never got a last kiss) Nope, nope
(Baby, do you remember me?) I never got it, never got it
[Verse 5]
It's so hard to let go of her
I know it's hard to let go of me
Let your friend just go, it's cold
'Cause if you leave, my story goes
So much I read, that you don't know
So better keep your body close
[Verse 6]
Girls in and out my phone 'cause I don't got a clock
Made out of the feces of a bull
Life is Jenga, people are pieces
So the pieces that I pull
Can bring the whole wall tumblin' down like Jericho
Hmm, decisions
A wise **** asked what direction your penis point when erect
You answer should be straight ahead, he said
That's your future, make sure you aim it correct, I reflect
Man, the same things that make you scarred
Evolve you into who you are
Cried a river, built a boat
Got it afloat and wrecked into an epiphany
Now, ain't that about a Tiffany
Perception kept you from finding the light in the darkness quicker, my ****
You're fuckin' up your energy
In the wrong place with the wrong kind of empathy
The soul is in the abs
How else do you explain that funny feelin' once you catch feelings?
You ain't ever too young for lust
And you ain't ever too young for drugs
And you ain't ever too young for clubs
And you ain't ever too young for trust
So you ain't ever too young for love
Hey
[Verse 7]
(Never got a last kiss) I never got it, never got it
(Baby, do you remember me?) Nope, nope, I never got it, never got it
(Never got a last kiss) Nope, nope
(Baby, do you remember me?) I never got it, never got it
[Verse 8]
It's so hard to let go of her
I know it's hard to let go of me
[Verse 9]
Let 'em watch, girl, get your groove on
Two step, like you heard a Snoop song
'Cause you hot, them hoes lukewarm
I love your smile, how you kill 'em with the charm
Ain't gotta front, girl, I just wanna dance witchu
More for romance, so let me get your hand, yo
You got an ass make a **** drop bands
Broke ****, they could never understand
Just face it, them **** basic
I'm a billionaire boy, and I ain't ape shit
I hear 'em all bluffin' in they conversations
Boy, they chasin', I'ma raise them
Get a real one, you in it for the thrill of it
I got drugs, that could never be enough, yo
That good pussy, girl, I'm in it for the feel of it
You the bomb, why you chillin' on my arm?
Hey
[Verse 10]
(Never got a last kiss) I never got it, never got it
(Baby, do you remember me?) Nope, nope, I never got it, never got it
(Never got a last kiss) Nope, nope
(Baby, do you remember me?) I never got it, never got it
[Verse 11]
It's so hard to let go of her
I know it's hard to let go of me
I never got it, never got it
[Verse 12]
Hey
Hey
Oh
Ooh-whoa
Uh
Written by: Brett Bailey, Curtis Price, Jr., Jess Willard, Khallid Muhammad, Pharrell Williams