More songs by Skye Newman
Description
Piano, Guitar, Background Vocal, Bass, Programmer, Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Boo
Vocal, Associated Performer, Composer, Lyricist: Skye Newman
Piano, Bass, Background Vocal, Guitar, Programmer, Composer, Lyricist, Producer: Luis Navidad
Lyricist, Composer: Chrissi
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Jay Reynolds
Lyrics and translation
Original
So what you wanna say now?
I ain't really got that much to say. I could box your fat mouth.
Anything I give you take away.
If you wanna leave now, why you letting me get in the way? You're such a fucking mistake. Let's go tit for tat.
You say shit, I'll say it back. How'd I let it get so bad? Fuck that.
I was there in your car.
Bust my lip tryna defend who you are.
Chasing girls while I chased you. I got blisters tryna walk in your shoes.
I'm walking away.
Cutting you off. It's not blood on the pavement, it's Christian
Louboutin.
Your Air Force 1s look shit on you.
I got blisters tryna walk in your shoes.
I know it's getting late now, and I ain't really got this time to waste.
Going on a tangent. I can hear your mouth from miles away. Sounding like a sour man.
I don't wanna be left with your taste.
These tears you've caused won't leave no stains. Let's go tit for tat. You say shit, I'll say it back.
How'd I let it get so bad? Fuck that.
I was there in your car. Bust my lip tryna defend who you are.
Chasing girls while I chased you.
I got blisters tryna walk in your shoes. I'm walking away.
Cutting you off. It's not blood on the pavement, it's Christian Louboutin. Your Air
Force 1s look shit on you.
I got blisters tryna walk in your shoes.
So I'll walk.
Mm, walk.
So
I'll walk.
I'll walk.