[00:00.000] 作词 : Tyler Ryan Lee Jordan Brooks/Montero Hill/Maxwell Jardine
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tyler Ryan Lee Jordan Brooks/Montero Hill/Maxwell Jardine
[00:04.485] Yeah
[00:06.808] Mm
[00:09.368] Mm-mm
[00:10.747] Ten minutes out
[00:13.160] I was an hour away (You are now tuned in to 9lives radio)
[00:15.360] But I’m here right now (Here right now)
[00:17.862] And you ain’t got shit to say
[00:20.104] I could’ve let you down
[00:21.595] But I held it down and
[00:23.051] You ain’t got shit to say
[00:24.819]
[00:25.030] Now you can’t come around
[00:26.478] You a f*cking clown and
[00:28.070] You ain’t got shit to say
[00:30.614] Yeah, I just had a lightbulb (Yeah)
[00:33.241] I’m tryna break the cycle (Yeah)
[00:35.715] Yeah, go ahead with that groupie shit (Oh)
[00:38.068] Yeah, I’m sure that b*tch a nice dude (Yeah)
[00:40.427] Yeah, Miami b*tches love money (Yeah)
[00:42.865] Yeah, I followed her in highschool (Yeah)
[00:45.345] Can’t believe a n*gga got money (Yeah)
[00:47.807] We was dropping out of high school
[00:49.735]
[00:51.081] You play in my face I pay for it
[00:53.677] You not on my d*ck, you play with it (Yeah)
[00:56.228] That’s on god
[00:57.242] Is you a fraud
[00:58.493] I don’t need no dream I’m chasing (Yeah)
[01:00.798] F*ck it if you choose to lay with him
[01:03.222] Just text me back I need to get my shit from your mom
[01:07.248] Na-na-na
[01:08.561]
[01:09.531] You ain’t got shit to say
[01:11.579] You did me dirt like nowitzki
[01:13.697] You say you opps but the O-P-P’s
[01:15.998] Just Opiods percs and purple lemonade (Woo)
[01:18.973] Uh, you done had yo downfall (Downfall)
[01:22.235] You telling me it’s my fault (Woo)
[01:24.087] You cheated on my ass with a cornball
[01:26.076] Now I’m finna stunt on both yall
[01:27.784] Big-big Boss, big things
[01:29.855] Big brand deals, big, long limousines
[01:32.186] Big calls coming in, I don’t hear a thing, but
[01:34.631] M-O-N-E-Y, ching-ching
[01:36.648]
[01:36.816] Man, f*ck my ex
[01:38.143] (Man, f*ck my ex)
[01:39.368] Man, f*ck my ex
[01:40.438] (Man, f*ck my ex)
[01:41.980] Mmm-hmm, baby don’t call don’t text
[01:44.319] You down on yo d*ck and I’m on to the next
[01:46.835] I’m shitting on you
[01:47.933]
[01:49.136] Yeah, I just had a lightbulb (Yeah)
[01:51.720] I’m tryna break the cycle (Yeah)
[01:54.090] Yeah, go ahead with that groupie shit (Oh)
[01:56.406] Yeah, I’m sure that b*tch a nice dude
[01:58.910] Yeah, Miami b*tches love money (Yeah)
[02:01.295] Yeah, I followed her in highschool (Yeah)
[02:03.733] Can’t believe a n*gga got money (Yeah)
[02:06.159] We was dropping out of high school
[02:07.845]
[02:08.130] Out of high school

作词 : Tyler Ryan Lee Jordan Brooks/Montero Hill/Maxwell Jardine
作曲 : Tyler Ryan Lee Jordan Brooks/Montero Hill/Maxwell Jardine
Yeah
Mm
Mm-mm
Ten minutes out
I was an hour away (You are now tuned in to 9lives radio)
But I’m here right now (Here right now)
And you ain’t got shit to say
I could’ve let you down
But I held it down and
You ain’t got shit to say
Now you can’t come around
You a f*cking clown and
You ain’t got shit to say
Yeah, I just had a lightbulb (Yeah)
I’m tryna break the cycle (Yeah)
Yeah, go ahead with that groupie shit (Oh)
Yeah, I’m sure that b*tch a nice dude (Yeah)
Yeah, Miami b*tches love money (Yeah)
Yeah, I followed her in highschool (Yeah)
Can’t believe a n*gga got money (Yeah)
We was dropping out of high school
You play in my face I pay for it
You not on my d*ck, you play with it (Yeah)
That’s on god
Is you a fraud
I don’t need no dream I’m chasing (Yeah)
F*ck it if you choose to lay with him
Just text me back I need to get my shit from your mom
Na-na-na
You ain’t got shit to say
You did me dirt like nowitzki
You say you opps but the O-P-P’s
Just Opiods percs and purple lemonade (Woo)
Uh, you done had yo downfall (Downfall)
You telling me it’s my fault (Woo)
You cheated on my ass with a cornball
Now I’m finna stunt on both yall
Big-big Boss, big things
Big brand deals, big, long limousines
Big calls coming in, I don’t hear a thing, but
M-O-N-E-Y, ching-ching
Man, f*ck my ex
(Man, f*ck my ex)
Man, f*ck my ex
(Man, f*ck my ex)
Mmm-hmm, baby don’t call don’t text
You down on yo d*ck and I’m on to the next
I’m shitting on you
Yeah, I just had a lightbulb (Yeah)
I’m tryna break the cycle (Yeah)
Yeah, go ahead with that groupie shit (Oh)
Yeah, I’m sure that b*tch a nice dude
Yeah, Miami b*tches love money (Yeah)
Yeah, I followed her in highschool (Yeah)
Can’t believe a n*gga got money (Yeah)
We was dropping out of high school
Out of high school