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Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tai Verdes
Stimme und Gesang
Stoic Beats
Gitarre
John Smythe
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tyler Colon
Songwriter:in
Matthew Bartolo Moleta
Songwriter:in
John Smythe
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tai Verdes
Produzent:in
Stoic Beats
Produzent:in
Michael Freeman
Mischtechniker:in
Dale Becker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
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Seen it
Big lips
Seen it
But can you tell me that you can love me and you mean it
Blue eyes
Seen it
White lies
Heard it
But can you keep going when people think I ain't worth it
Daddy issues
Ain't got nothing on me baby
Tell me all your stories
No man in the house like Cory
His hands always glued to a forty
You ain't no ordinary shorty
And your nickname is "Princess"
You ain't got no crown
Your tower is gone now
All you got left is that confidence
They say that it's heaven sent
But it's reality mailing that shit
You fight every mothafuckin single day
And you win uh, uh, uh
Now love me wit that confidence
Now love me wit that confidence
That you see in the mirror on a good day
When your hair's falling down on your face
In all the right ways
When you think your skin is glowin in the sun rays
But it always is
When you see your body curve in the right shape
When you're cooking your favorite meal and it turns out great
When you take a water break from the self-hate
Love me wit that confidence
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that confidence baby
You just gotta let it in
Now love me wit that confidence
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that confidence baby
You just gotta let it in, uh
There's no such thing as sink or swim
Depression
Felt it
Confessions
Heard it
I drop connections like I'm Sprint looking for service
Hearts
I broke 'em
Weed
I smoked it
First verse was high and mighty but never said I was perfect
I'm actually pretty fucking broken
She used duct tape to treat open wounds
Cover bruises with frozen foods
I'm a narcissistic 90's infant with a grown body
My advice a little shotty
Self-confidence ain't my hobby either
You can be my teacher
Now love me wit that confidence
That you see in the mirror on a good day
When your hair's falling down on your face
In all the right ways
When you think your skin is glowin in the sun rays
But it always is
When you see your body curve in the right shape
When you're cooking your favorite meal and it turns out great
When you take a water break from the self-hate
Love me wit that confidence
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that confidence baby
You just gotta let it in
Now love me wit that confidence
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that
Love me, wit that confidence baby
You just gotta let it in, uh
There's no such thing as sink or swim
Maybe we can fix each other
Before we self-destruct
I am giving you my all now baby
Don't tell me it's just not enough
Don't tell me it's not enough
Writer(s): John Smythe, Tyler Colon, Matthew Moleta
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