Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
De'Isaac Ihsan Botley
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yeah, huh
Yeah
I just got lost in a maze (lost in a maze)
I should've listened she was crazy
She had me so lost in her gaze (lost in her gaze)
To be honest love isn't that great
Should've listened cause that bitch hella fake (that bitch hella fake)
I know her friends saying the same thing
I ain't worried bout finding a mate (aye)
Like it my birthday I'm getting the cake (cake)
I don't fuck with ****
these **** all snakes (these **** all snakes)
I got like 10 friends
and they treat me amazing
I don't think these drugs finna save me (These drugs finna what?)
She say when I hit it I'm in the right place (yeah)
I don't care for vest when I aim for the face (okay)
My bitch carry straps she don't carry the mace
I don't know why these **** try copy my pace
(Try copy my pace, Try copy my pace)
(Try copy my pace, Try copy my pace)
Bitch I'm finna go back to the basics (back to the basics)
I jus ran round all her bases (ran all her bases)
If you come then I am taking you places (yeah)
You a baddie so embrace it (woah)
When I approached you I knew that I'd make it (yeah)
I like how you pop it I love when you shake it
These **** all mad that I'm getting the gaup
I ain't sipping tris bitch I'm sippin on wok
I can't kiss that bitch cause she giving up top
I'm pippin that X at 11 o clock
I might call my ex jus to get in some wap
Cartier diamonds this sillier watch
Put down them hands and we raising up glocks
I jus poured my juice inside of my voss
I just got lost in a maze (lost in a maze)
I should've listened she was crazy
She had me so lost in her gaze (lost in her gaze)
To be honest love isn't that great
Should've listened cause that bitch hella fake (that bitch hella fake)
I know her friends saying the same thing
I ain't worried bout finding a mate (aye)
Like it my birthday I'm getting the cake (cake)
I don't fuck with ****
these **** all snakes (these **** all snakes)
I got like 10 friends
and they treat me amazing
I don't think these drugs finna save me (These drugs finna what?)
She say when I hit it I'm in the right place (yeah)
I don't care for vest when I aim for the face (okay)
My bitch carry straps she don't carry the mace
I don't know why these **** try copy my pace
(Try copy my pace, Try copy my pace)
(Try copy my pace, Try copy my pace)
Written by: De'Isaac Ihsan Botley