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Description
Producer: Daoud
Producer, Composer: Carrington Brown
Programming Engineer, Producer, Recording Engineer: Mixx
Vocalist, Lyricist: Taraji P. Henson
Mixing Engineer: Sean Solymar #MWA for Dean’s List Productions
Co Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Mike Dean #MWA for Dean’s List Productions
Composer Lyricist: Teyana Taylor
Lyricist: Courtney “Coco” Gilbert
Composer: Baruch Nembhard
Composer: Daoud Anthony
Lyrics and translation
Original
It started as a spark, and we fed it with promises, with hands that held tight, eyes locked. I do.
But flames are greedy things, and I, I noticed the smoke curling between our words, but I didn't flinch.
When the warmth became a warning, when your touch left blisters instead of butterflies, we called it passion, fate, fire consuming the walls we built together.
Until one day, I stood in the ashes alone.
Your name still on my lips, your ghost in my lungs, and realized through anger and rage, love shouldn't burn everything it touches.
So I walked away from the wreckage, not because I stopped loving you, no, but because I finally understood even love is something you must escape.
You forced me to live in the flames, and I was the moth.
This nigga, he created this fire in me. Yeah, I just simply wanted him to love me back to life.
That's it.
But no, the hardest part was realizing
I should have walked out this bitch a long time ago.
Yeah, but I, I, I ignored the, the signs. Yeah, the flags was slapping me upside the face, but I loved you, nigga.
But you know what I'm on right now? I'm on my fuck you, bitch. Fuck you.
Yeah, it's up now, nigga. It's up