More songs by Bryson Tiller
Description
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Bryson Tiller
Composer, Lyricist: Christopher T. Justice
Producer: Gravez
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer: Chris Bhikoo
Lyrics and translation
Original
She could barely stand the sight of me, still got her eye on me, uh huh.
She like, "Who this? Bad lil' lightskin, who this? Ask your porn star friend, who this?
I don't even know who your new dude is," uh huh.
You been through enough, what else is there left for me to prove? Huh, already put you through hell, my ma.
Thinking only 'bout myself, my ma. Two or three times you left, my ma.
Huh, you know how that felt, my ma? No, 'cause I never left, my ma.
At least not financially, I stayed with you.
You say, "Fuck the money," spend a Sunday with you and a Monday with you, every fucking day with you. And whatever I do, I took a whole year off for you.
Wiping them crocodile tears off for you, huh.
Telling my peers off for you, ducking. I know we could use some money, but fuck it.
Trying to go back from Benz to a bucket. Trying to go random trips to Nantucket.
I'm trying to go child and blow the whole budget. Tell me how I'ma do that with nothing?
Matter of fact, tell the fans why I went missing. Somewhere with you, cuddled up, kissing.
Watching these young niggas run up millions. Never had money, don't know how I'm feeling.
Got a lot of folks who depend on me. If you had money, would you spend it on me?
Or take that shit and run with it. Take it and run.
She don't stay with you, she just gonna leave you.
Leave me here with nothing.
Say, break me off something, I'm down on funds. 2018, we had too much fun.
2019, we had too much fun.
Fun, fun, oh yeah.
And you brought you tears, you got tears in your eyes.
Shut. . .