Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Max Fry
Künstler:in
Tom The Mail Man
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Max Fry
Songwriter:in
Tom The Mail Man
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Max Fry
Produzent:in
Ezra Martin
Produzent:in
Lyrics
guess i fucked up again
what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong
she’d be happy instead
if i was gone
she just had to pretend
what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong
we’d be better as friends
but not for long
not ready to go
not ready to go
not ready to go
give me some time
make my mind up and go
i’m feeling blindsided by all your woes
girl you were mine
we were fine, then we broke
been off my mind just to hide from the low
guess i fucked up again
what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong
she’d be happy instead
if i was gone
she just had to pretend
what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong
we’d be better as friends
but not for long
not ready to go
not ready to go
not ready to go
yuh yuh hey
life spends night falls
i rise eyeballs
keep track of where i go
creepin’ and i know
your ass can’t help that
that bitch she batshit when that face down bent back
her man don’t want smoke, that shit hit back
she bounce it on me i say baby that shit fat
she get excited when i call
and hate when i go
it’s not anybody’s fault
that i can have ‘em all
no fair it’s not in me that’s tryna break up a home
i can’t stand how it feels right even though i know it’s wrong
guess i fucked up again
what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong
she’d be happy instead
if i was gone
she just had to pretend
what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong
we’d be better as friends
but not for long
guess i fucked up again
what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong
she’d be happy instead
if i was gone
she just had to pretend
what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong
we’d be better as friends
but not for long
not ready to go
not ready to go
not ready to go
Written by: Max Fry, Tom The Mail Man