Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
FIGYA
Künstler:in
Teju Olarewaju
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Vid Vucenovic
Songwriter:in
Nicholas Greco
Songwriter:in
Teju Olarewaju
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Vid Vucenovic
Produzent:in
Lyrics
20 on my wrist yeah I spent 20 on my wrist
Shorty pull up on me, yeah she know I got that shit
Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my wrist yeah
Ice up on that shit, molly in a bit
I might pull up on you yeah you know I keep that stick
Shorty pull up on me and she know I'm with that.. yeah
Baby I've been through the wrong
Lately been through right
Nobody was checking my bones then came back revived
Now I'm just selling them songs like they miss me, well yeah
Fuck em line it up one at a time
I, see, y'all pushing and shoving the line
You, be, running around every side of my mind
We, used, to talk like every night
Then, you, dropped me like I was a mic
Now I gotta be quiet
Feel like I'm talking to choirs
Only thing I'm turning up is my headset I ain't fucking with none of you guys
Can't be turning my head up I'm ducking ain't looking for nothing
I'm tryna be something it's better then shutting my eyes (Yeah)
This been a long time feeling
Been a long time dealing
With my words hope it works
If I didn't spit, I'd cope the worst
Then shit got legit I'm cursed
I'm gon' benefit no deficit I'll get it first
20 on my wrist yeah I spent 20 on my wrist
Shorty pull up on me, yeah she know I got that shit
Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my wrist (Yeah)
I'mma make it back watch it blowing in the wind
She gon' call me dad like I know she miss our thing
Promise with a ring, like the way I sing
Know its been a while, tell me baby can we mend
Since I got that check
Lost all your respect
Didn't answer that text
Thinking 'bout what's next
Please don't make me guess
You watching all my stories
And you stalking on my ex
I rock out with that tool
You rocked out with that fool
It's not me its you
Yeah, its not me its you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You promised me your honesty but honestly
Words be flying we keep fighting feels I'm dying constantly
Hate when you get on to me
Consciously thought I was better with you baby
Got me saying what's wrong with me
Tell me why you keep trying don't lie baby you ain't fond of me
That's a lie
This a lie
Respond and then don't fuck with me like what the fuck you done with me
Left me in the cold without a coat
Now I got the fuckin' sun on me
Written by: Nicholas Greco, Teju Olarewaju, Vid Vucenovic