Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Blake Kelly Hudson
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Blake Kelly Hudson
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Issa winter night got the heat on and my mantle light
Roads are iced over in the studio ain't new to this(ahh)
Women want my number this is kinda like a analyst
Yeah my futures in control but baby you can't handle this(ahh)
Baby want my quarters so I gave her half my time(pss)
Titties tasting like some metal 'cause she is a dime
Looking at these lights yeah
Chilling at this height yeah
Feeling like a flight yeah
Into certain girls that like infant not an outfit(baby)
Thinking 'bout performing and
My thoughts be getting crowded(it is packed)
After when I'm done ain't nobody gonna doubt it(nah)
Aiming for the top man trust me already scouted(ahh)
I don't need a ghostwriter 'cause I feed my soul
Way I got this wisdom you would think that I was old(ahh)
Yeah you wanna grow wit me but you is like some mold
What has gotten into man hours what I told
Issa winter night got the heat on and my mantle light
Roads are iced over in the studio ain't new to this(ahh)
Women want my number this is kinda like a analyst
Yeah my futures in control but baby you can't handle this(ahh)
Baby want my quarters so I gave her half my time(pss)
Titties tasting like some metal 'cause she is a dime
Looking at these lights yeah
Chilling at this height yeah
Feeling like a flight yeah
Into certain girls that like infant not an outfit(baby)
Thinking 'bout performing and
My thoughts be getting crowded(it is packed)
After when I'm done ain't nobody gonna doubt it(nah)
Aiming for the top man trust me already scouted(ahh)
I don't need a ghostwriter 'cause I feed my soul
Way I got this wisdom you would think that I was old(ahh)
Yeah you wanna grow wit me but you is like some mold
What has gotten into man hours what I told
Written by: Blake Kelly Hudson