[00:00.000] 作词 : Kevin Gates/Darryl Granberry, Jr./Spencer D. Harris/David McDowell
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Kevin Gates/Darryl Granberry, Jr./Spencer D. Harris/David McDowell
[00:02.405][Intro: Kevin Gates]
[00:02.907]Luca Brasi
[00:04.412](DMac on the ****in' track)
[00:09.683]It's just Kevin, you hear me?
[00:10.937](Tuned up)
[00:11.690][Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
[00:12.693]Dealin' with past traumas, patternistic in nature
[00:14.952]Healin' to break the cycle
[00:16.207]Been a big commitment psycho
[00:17.966]I'm willin' to make you my love (My love)
[00:18.970]You've been indecisive lately, I'm willin' to make your mind up
[00:22.234]Know we all been through things in the past
[00:25.498]That make it difficult to even trust
[00:28.508]Hate for you to think that I don't want you around
[00:29.763]I be in the streets, I'm in control right now
[00:31.520]Hit me when you free and you get flown out of town
[00:34.531]Luca Brasi throw that plaga in your soul, pipe down
[00:37.796]I never judged you for your past, I just want my turn with you
[00:41.058]You know that I'm turnt with you
[00:43.067]I'm a big old Muslim, I can have multiple wives
[00:44.574]And concubines, monogamy, monotony
[00:45.829]Ain't gon' work with you, way that I'm livin', it work different
[00:48.088][Pre-Chorus: DDG]
[00:51.603]My love come wit a career attached, I can't love everybody
[00:54.866]It don't cost you a thing to give me a call and tell me you care about me
[00:57.880]I put my ex on and she left me, and now she for everybody
[01:00.641]I can't let nobody finesse me, I gotta watch everybody
[01:02.148][Chorus: DDG]
[01:04.156]Yeah, okay, can't love you 'til I love myself (Yeah)
[01:05.160]Don't hug me, I'll hug myself
[01:07.922]Rolled up blunt, but the smoke don't help, uh
[01:10.181]Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
[01:14.504]High go down and I roll up again
[01:14.756]Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send this shit)
[01:16.512]Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself
[01:19.273]I can't hit it raw, 'cause when I get drunk
[01:20.777]I won't pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)
[01:22.784]Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
[01:23.788]High go down and I roll up again
[01:26.800]Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send
[01:27.804][Verse 2: DDG]
[01:28.806]Couple shots in (Drank, drank)
[01:29.558]Reminscin' on the times, I wish we could do it again
[01:33.323]I ****ed around and had you blocked, but I'm on the burner again
[01:36.334]Lookin' on your page twice, I even be checkin' your friends
[01:40.100]Started questionin' myself, like, this shit ain't never gon' end
[01:41.605]I'm never gon' bend
[01:43.110]Bust the racks up out the wrapper again (Racks)
[01:44.366]I just had to put a wrap on the Benz
[01:46.127]They can never catch me lackin' again (No)
[01:47.885]When I think of you, I think of revenge
[01:49.390]That's the reason I be ****in' your friends
[01:50.644]I don't think that I could love you again (Uh-uh)
[01:52.150]You be ****in' 'round with too many men
[01:53.154][Chorus: DDG]
[01:54.908]Okay
[01:55.662]Can't love you 'til I love myself
[01:56.916]Don't hug me, I'll hug myself
[01:58.170]Rolled up blunt, but the smoke don't help, uh
[02:00.178]Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
[02:01.685]High go down and I roll up again
[02:07.052]Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send this shit)
[02:07.554]Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself
[02:10.064]I can't hit it raw, 'cause when I get drunk
[02:11.319]I won't pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)
[02:13.076]Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
[02:15.031]High go down and I roll up again
[02:17.287]Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send
[02:18.794][Verse 3: DDG]
[02:19.296]I'm in the back of the 'bach and I'm countin' up fetti
[02:21.051]I'll shoot you a text when I'm ready (Yeah)
[02:22.557]Still on the road, I'm goin' from show to a show
[02:24.313]I'm movin' from telly to telly (Cash)
[02:25.570]I met a girl in Brooklyn, I think I'm a marry her
[02:27.327]I got her straight out the deli
[02:28.581]All of my industry friends is turnin' out fake
[02:30.338]I **** around, turn into Melly (**** 'em)
[02:31.342]No new friends, no (Uh-uh), you are not my homie
[02:34.605]AP, two-toned, bust down (Guys), I ain't got no Rollie'
[02:38.116]**** the streets, hate the streets, no police (**** 'em), they took my brodie
[02:40.626]Catfish on the 'Gram too elite, these hoes on Adobe (Fake)
[02:44.893]Photoshop, mix the Henny' with the Soda Pop
[02:47.403]I sit back and observe niggas, I don't talk much, but I know a lot (Shh)
[02:49.662]Told my ***** to curve niggas, she said she do, but I know she not (*****)
[02:54.681]This rap shit for the birds, nigga, I'ma get a hit and then I'm goin' pop

作词 : Kevin Gates/Darryl Granberry, Jr./Spencer D. Harris/David McDowell
作曲 : Kevin Gates/Darryl Granberry, Jr./Spencer D. Harris/David McDowell
Luca Brasi
(DMac on the ****in' track)
It's just Kevin, you hear me?
(Tuned up)
Dealin' with past traumas, patternistic in nature
Healin' to break the cycle
Been a big commitment psycho
I'm willin' to make you my love (My love)
You've been indecisive lately, I'm willin' to make your mind up
Know we all been through things in the past
That make it difficult to even trust
Hate for you to think that I don't want you around
I be in the streets, I'm in control right now
Hit me when you free and you get flown out of town
Luca Brasi throw that plaga in your soul, pipe down
I never judged you for your past, I just want my turn with you
You know that I'm turnt with you
I'm a big old Muslim, I can have multiple wives
And concubines, monogamy, monotony
Ain't gon' work with you, way that I'm livin', it work different
My love come wit a career attached, I can't love everybody
It don't cost you a thing to give me a call and tell me you care about me
I put my ex on and she left me, and now she for everybody
I can't let nobody finesse me, I gotta watch everybody
Yeah, okay, can't love you 'til I love myself (Yeah)
Don't hug me, I'll hug myself
Rolled up blunt, but the smoke don't help, uh
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send this shit)
Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself
I can't hit it raw, 'cause when I get drunk
I won't pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send
Couple shots in (Drank, drank)
Reminscin' on the times, I wish we could do it again
I ****ed around and had you blocked, but I'm on the burner again
Lookin' on your page twice, I even be checkin' your friends
Started questionin' myself, like, this shit ain't never gon' end
I'm never gon' bend
Bust the racks up out the wrapper again (Racks)
I just had to put a wrap on the Benz
They can never catch me lackin' again (No)
When I think of you, I think of revenge
That's the reason I be ****in' your friends
I don't think that I could love you again (Uh-uh)
You be ****in' 'round with too many men
Okay
Can't love you 'til I love myself
Don't hug me, I'll hug myself
Rolled up blunt, but the smoke don't help, uh
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send this shit)
Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself
I can't hit it raw, 'cause when I get drunk
I won't pull out, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself)
Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again
High go down and I roll up again
Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send
I'm in the back of the 'bach and I'm countin' up fetti
I'll shoot you a text when I'm ready (Yeah)
Still on the road, I'm goin' from show to a show
I'm movin' from telly to telly (Cash)
I met a girl in Brooklyn, I think I'm a marry her
I got her straight out the deli
All of my industry friends is turnin' out fake
I **** around, turn into Melly (**** 'em)
No new friends, no (Uh-uh), you are not my homie
AP, two-toned, bust down (Guys), I ain't got no Rollie'
**** the streets, hate the streets, no police (**** 'em), they took my brodie
Catfish on the 'Gram too elite, these hoes on Adobe (Fake)
Photoshop, mix the Henny' with the Soda Pop
I sit back and observe niggas, I don't talk much, but I know a lot (Shh)
Told my ***** to curve niggas, she said she do, but I know she not (*****)
This rap shit for the birds, nigga, I'ma get a hit and then I'm goin' pop