Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Blessing Jolie
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Julián Cruz
Songwriter:in
Blessing Izevbigie
Songwriter:in
Daniel Omelio
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Robopop
Produzent:in
Julián Cruz
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Don't know who or where you are but I'm hoping that you are in my driveway
Couldn't be more than six years old I was sittin' sideways
Put you up on top my wall, I could never, never, never let you down
Really thought I'd have it my way
What a sign of the times, babe
Don't think you know I are but I'm hoping that I are who you think I was
I don't wanna disclose this, but I conjure L's into real life
Didn't wanna be a sad bitch, then I started to bitch, how sad
Needless I'mma say I need this
Needing know that I don't need you
In my only-you-track mind
Chorus
Maybe these frown lines ain't that deep to wish you any wrong
These frown lines ain't that deep, now I know we're both wrong
When, you don' had me hanging more than linen on these lines
In due time I will be hoping
Fire, fire, fire right back
Money ain't the root of my evil, it's attention, attention, need lethal retention
Juggin' juvenile ain't me, I was calling collection they gave me detention on
Tuesday you couldn't see me, I drilled you a new peephole
Peep the way he treat me
Yeah, round that time I was
Appealing to him more than sonically
If he could put me on a shelf top
Blow, annually polish me
Need me everyday like commodity, I don't know
When my patience's running thin, you gon' find another girl who is thicker than me?
Figure is mean?
Figured she'd be, I figured she'd be
All that I'm feening and all that I'm not
When you finally start thinking of me I'm a thot
Gave you more than I wanted to, just cause I wanted you
Now let me be all blunt, true
Maybe these frown lines ain't that deep to wish you any wrong
These frown lines ain't that deep, now I know we're both wrong
When, you don' had me hanging more than linen on these lines
In due time I will be hoping
Fire, fire, fire right back
If my walls had tonsils, tell him murder is what she wrote
In her diary, you die trying to be the holy one
If my walls had tonsils, tell him murder is what she wrote
In her diary, you die trying
Trying, no no
Written by: Blessing Izevbigie, Daniel Omelio, Julián Cruz