More songs by Nettspend
Description
Engineer, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Gunner Shepardson
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Nathaniel “CXO” Campos
A& R: Sesen Tsegab
Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe
Producer: Cranes
A& R: Aaron “Dash” Sherrod
A& R: Nicole Wyskoarko
Composer Lyricist: Owen Jablonski
Lyrics and translation
Original
I don't wanna s-
I don't wanna sleep, yeah.
I don't wanna sleep, yeah.
Hello Kitty, hello.
I don't wanna sleep, yeah.
I don't wanna go to sleep, yeah. I don't wanna, I don't wanna go to sleep, yeah.
I don't wanna go to sleep. I don't wanna think, yeah.
So I'd rather just tell you what I mean, yeah. Check. If you sleep, yeah, you won't eat, yeah.
If you sleep, yeah, you won't eat, yeah. I'm mixin' up the champagne, Patron and pills in my brain.
I wanna feel all my pain. I feel the urge to go insane.
She wanna fuck my lil' brain, but I don't trust her again. Christmas, yeah, you my baby.
Is it okay I make you crazy? But I don't wanna make you hate me.
We can take a love pic, you my baby. Diamonds on my wrist go fuckin' crazy. Lookin' up to me like I'm Lil Baby.
Took me away from home. Rock game put me in the shit, I was young.
I was just a listener tryna hit a bone. I can't let you inside my phone 'cause it might go wrong.
Yeah, it might just go the other way you want.
I don't want you to tell on me, make me throw away. I'ma fuck you right 'cause you really don't care. These are my PJs,
I ain't playin' fair. Guap on my dick, thick, suck my dick back.
Grown hoes tryna figure out where I live. I was at Burning Way, now I'm in Florida.
Ice cold, yeah, fuck you, suck my sweater. In my sweater, in my sweater.
Do you wanna wear my motherfuckin' sweater? Pretty lover, she in Stiletto. Spread her thighs. Hello
Kitty, hello. Hello Kitty, hello. Hello Kitty, hello.
Hello Kitty, hello.
Hello Kitty, hello.
I don't wanna think, yeah. So I'd rather just tell you what I mean, yeah. Check.
If you sleep, yeah, you won't eat, yeah. If you sleep, yeah, you won't eat, yeah.
I'm mixin' up the champagne, Patron and pills in my brain. I wanna feel all my pain.
I feel the urge to go insane.
She wanna fuck my lil' brain, but I don't trust her again. Christmas, yeah, you my baby. Is it okay I make you crazy?
But I don't wanna make you hate me. We can take a love pic, you my baby.
Diamonds on my wrist go fuckin' crazy. Lookin' up to me like I'm Lil Baby.