More songs by Tate McRae
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Description
Associated Performer: Tate McRae feat. Flo Milli
Lyricist, Associated Performer, Composer: Tate McRae
Vocal Engineer, Synth Bass, Programmer, Keyboards, Misc. Producer, Synthesizer, Composer, Lyricist, Producer, Engineer: Grant Boutin
Associated Performer: Flo Milli
Executive Producer, Composer, Lyricist: Ryan Tedder
Lyricist, Composer: Tamia Carter
Mastering Engineer: Dave Kutch
A& R Director: Chloe Weise Donovan
A& R Director: Jaryn Valdry
A& R Director: Jake Ottmann
Mixing Engineer: Manny Marroquin
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Anthony Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Trey Station
Lyrics and translation
Original
I got some blood on my hands.
I got some blood on my hands. I got some blood on my hands.
Held you in the night, I kept all your secrets in a vault inside my mind. I was so prepared to let you cross all my lines.
I was so prepared to fight a war on your side. So let it go, boy.
One second you were begging for more time, and boy, you're screaming like you lost your fucking mind, and boy, you forgot I got a lot of pride and choices.
Didn't think that I'd go. . . Things like I can't be mad only kills you.
Bounce back and down in love, really hurts you.
Oh, baby boy, you're seeing stars and it fucks you up so hard. Things like I can't be mad, I'm half drunk.
Move on and feel the love, you're my worst one.
Oh, baby boy, you're seeing stars and it fucks you up so -hard.
-I got a new man to please, falling for you was a damn disease.
Holding it down, I knew you was messing around, you wanna go play in the streets. But you know me, I ain't going for that. I hit the club and
I'm throwing it back.
Moonwalk through and them niggas attack, so when they call, I answer that. Okay, had a couple drinks and he falling.
Stars in the whip and scream, "Bitch, I'm balling. " Boy, get a grip, I'm sick of you calling.
He don't believe it's over, he stalling. I'm pretty and worth it, my feelings ain't hurting.
Won't -stay if it ain't working. -Didn't think that I'd go. . .
Things like I can't be mad only kills you. Bounce back and down in love, really hurts you.
Oh, baby boy, you're seeing stars and it fucks you up so hard.
Things like I can't be mad, I'm half drunk. Move on and feel the love, you're my worst one.
Oh, baby boy, you're seeing stars and it fucks you up so hard.
Blood on my hands, like there's some blood on my hands.
Yeah, I'm as fast as I can, and I know it fucks you up too hard.
Blood on my hands, like there's some blood on my hands.
Yeah, I'm move as fast as I can, and I know it fucks you up too hard.
I got some blood on my hands.
I got some blood on my hands.
I got some blood on my hands.