Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
YF Mias
Songwriter:in
Olivia Hopson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
YF Mias
Produzent:in
Saim
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Same, shit, that I thought
Same, shit, that I thought, itttt
Same, shit, that I thought
Same, shit, that I thought, itttt
Missing you for the love
Missing me for the drugs, you never just got enough
"She say why you don't hit the club?" Why do you hit the club, bae that ain't my fun
I rather be in the house, and rubbing you on the couch cause baby thats my, loving
You told me you wanted out, I told you to let it out, I knew you wunt up for, it
Whatever it is
Whatever you want
Whatever you fear
Don't tell me you don't
We been at it for years, I done seen, it all
You cant cover it up, you can't hide it at all
I'll be there through whatever, if you drown or you fall
We can go any weather
Winter, summer or fall
I hate people who talk, we them people that ball
We them people that saw, came and conquered it all
Hit me up when you sad
Tell me what's going on
Hit me up when you down
Be there to pick you up
I'll take you through the town
Whatever cheer you up
We out til suns down
We fuck til sun up
Same, shit, that I thought
Same, shit, that I thought, itttt
Same, shit, that I thought
Same, shit, that I thought, itttt
Same, shit, that I thought
Same, shit, that I thought, itttt
Same, shit, that I thought
Same, shit, that I thought, itttt
Missing you for the love
Missing me for the drugs, you never just got enough
"She say why you don't hit the club?" Why do you hit the club, bae that ain't my fun
I rather be in the house, and rubbing you on the couch cause baby thats my, loving
You told me you wanted out, I told you to let it out, I knew you wunt up for, it
Written by: Olivia Hopson, YF Mias