Summer Walker - Still Over It Lyrics
Bitter
Mmm, mmm, mmm (better stop playin' with me)
(Bitch better stop playin' with me)
Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my nigga (better stop playin' with me)
(Better stop playin' with me)
Mmm
Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this shit bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
Bitches just be lookin' for attention
Trust me, you can get it (get it)
Pull up whenever, whenever, you know I'm with it
Don't get it twisted
Nothin' like none of these bitches
But sometimes I get in my feelings
Sometimes I know I be trippin' (trippin')
But why these hoes all in our business?
How he don't care 'bout his children? (How he don't care?)
How he's supposed to be there? Y'all won't let him get 'em ('posed to be there)
How you posted like that on the 'Gram for a thousand?
I bet you can't post a picture (bet you can't, bet you can't)
Wonderin' if you even know this bitch, for real
London, did you screw this bitch for real?
Baby on her groupie shit, for real (ah)
And I know she thought she struck when she let a nigga f*ck
Man, that bitch is lookin' stuck (stuck as f*ck)
And I bet you when you came that she thought she came up
Now that bitch is feelin' dumb (I bet your bitch feelin' dumb)
She prolly thought it came with a million (came with a million)
She prolly thought you'd change how she livin'
Prolly thought that dick came with the fame and the riches
Bitter (bitter)
Mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this shit bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
Bitch just be lookin' for attention
Bitter baby mama
Always point her finger at a nigga, whenever it's a problem
Always put the blame on a nigga instead of tryna solve it
Always wanna gossip, her and her frenemy talkin'
But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout shit (they ain't 'bout shit)
Thinkin' niggas supposed to pay for they outfit
Gettin' her nails and feet done and her hair did
Yeah, you a ain't shit bitch
Claim you independent but you ain't did shit
Live in Section 8 and still can't pay rent, mm-mm (better stop playin' with me)
You a ain't shit bitch
Send your children with your mama and you ain't raised shit
But you want that child support, what you think this is? Oh (better stop playin' with me)
Just because you let him smash that don't mean he ever knew ya (better stop playin' with me)
Just 'cause y'all got a past, that don't mean y'all got a future (better stop playin' with me)
This mine for life (for life)
No switchin' sides (switchin' sides)
We ride or die, and that's why I know you
Bitter (bitter)
Mad at me, mad at my nigga
Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
Mad at the fact that it's me
But this shit bigger than me and you alone
So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
Bitch just be lookin' for attention
(Better stop playin' with me)
(Bitch better stop playin' with me)
Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seein'
You know, all the bullshit that's been goin' on with you today
And, you know, I don't know if the rumors are true
I don't know, I don't care, it's not my business, but if it is true
Don't let bitches, like, make-
Don't let them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment
By f*cking telling your business to the world
On some, "Haha, yeah, I'ma do it on purpose, I'ma do it spitefully"
Do it your own way and do it beautifully, do it special
If you are pregnant and everything, say it in a beautiful way in your music
Say why you, you know, decided to be with your nigga
Even though y'all have problems, put that drama in your music, yeah
'Cause if bitches wanna get clout off you, you gon' get clout off them
And you gonna put that shit in your music
Say some shit like, "I got my own f*ckin' money"
Make them bitches feel hurt, hit them bitches where it hurt
And put that shit in your music and make money off it in your music
F*ck these hoes
Writer: Amaire Carter Johnson, Arsenio Umberto Archer, Aubrey Robinson, Belcalis Almanzar, Derez De'shon, Jhene Aiko Chilombo, London Tyler Holmes, Sean Garrett, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ASSET DISTRIBUTION, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ex For A Reason
Lord, you know how hard it is (it is)
Dealing with the pain day-to-day over one man (all the shit)
She can never be what I am
But as long as he with me, that's what it's gon' be, oh
That bitch your ex (your ex)
For a reason though (reason though)
Try me, trespass
Guaranteed to beat yo' ass
That bitch your ex (your ex)
For a reason though (reason though)
It's too much for her heart to take
Give no f*cks 'bout what she gotta say, no, whoa
Know I'm the type to go through my nigga's phone
(What you know 'bout that?)
Shit be on my nerves, when it keeps ringing back to back
(Back to back, who the f*ck is that?)
F*ck a bitch on? Stress, is always the mindset I'm in (I'm in)
But a ex game is not the game I'm tryna play at all, ooh
Is she on your mind? (On your mind)
You can gon' and do what y'all niggas always do
And don't tell me (tell me)
She better understand the consequence she f*ckin' with
'Cause tonight I'll end it all
Spin the block two, three times and make sure all the cancer's gone
That bitch your ex (your ex)
For a reason though (reason though)
I got what I know she still wants (wants)
And I make him do what she don't (don't)
That bitch your ex for a reason though (reason though)
It's too much for her heart to take
Give a f*ck 'bout what she gotta say
That bitch your ex (your ex) for a reason though (reason though)
Pull up to your shit unannounced (uh, uh, yeah) (unannounced)
You ain't even know I was around (JT)
That bitch in a ditch for a reason doe
She was singing on this dick with them easy notes (yeah)
You his ex for a reason, so
Ain't no motherf*ckin' reason to be reasonable (damn right)
You the type I slap out (slap out)
And you mad 'cause a bitch got a bag and my back out (out)
Keep playin', I'ma snap out (snap out)
Call his motherf*ckin' phone number again, I'ma black out (black out)
Hood bitch, bring the trap out (what's up?)
Quick to pull up if a bitch wanna act out
He got a bitch with a check now (check now)
Doing tricks on the dick, you ain't shit for him to check 'bout
I got that nigga in a figure four
You the help and the service, he don't need no more
Did you get that, bitch? Sit back
'Cause a real bitch will pull up with the click-clack
That bitch your ex (your ex)
For a reason though (reason though)
I got what I know what she still wants (wants)
And I make him do what she don't (don't)
That bitch your ex for a reason though (reason though)
It's too much for her heart to take
Give no f*cks 'bout what she gotta say (say)
That bitch your ex (your ex)
For a reason though (reason though)
Pull up to your shit unannounced (unannounced)
You won't even know I around (around)
Ain't no competing with it when comes to spending time
With me (no way, no)
'Cause I'ma say the shit she won't say (say)
Even get up in your face, with it
Them and me you're different
It ain't no ultimatum, no (zero tolerance)
It's zero tolerance with anythin' f*ckin' with mine
She done called you twice (called you twice)
You can gon' and do what y'all niggas always do and try to lie to me
You better understand the consequence she f*ckin' with
'Cause tonight I'll end it all
Spin the block two, three times and make sure all the cancer's gone
That bitch your ex (your ex)
For a reason though (reason though)
I got what I know what she still wants (wants)
And I make him do what she don't (don't)
That bitch your ex for a reason though (reason though)
It's too much for her heart to take
Give no f*cks 'bout what she gotta say
That bitch your ex (your ex)
For a reason though (reason though)
Pull up to your shit unannounced (unannounced)
You won't even know I (around) (around)
Writer: Audrey Robinson, Jatavia Johnson, London Tyler Holmes, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles, Sean Garrett, Summer Marjani Walker, Ty-Ron Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Love
Oh, ooh-woah, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I had you back (back)
I wouldn't of did all that (that)
I would've played it just how you wanted to play it
You didn't yet see my worth so you tried to play me
But I was so in love, love
That I just got a little bit too complicated
But if I had you back, all I wanna do is f*ck (f*ck)
Get drunk (get drunk), take drugs (take drugs)
(F*ck love)
All I wanna do is f*ck (oh)
Get drunk (oh), hop planes
All lust (lust)
It would be no lovin' you
It would be no lovin' you (yeah)
If I did it all again
I would give like ten percent
You deserve like half of that
I'ma need my money back
I'm ridin' through your hood, you pissed me off again
Finna let new niggas come find me
Out there trippin' like I don't got that designer pussy
All I'm tryna see is your credit card, swipe it all for me
Get me what I want, I don't need it
Just CC me, just VV me, just that dick when I call (dick when I call)
No more feelings involved, I done seen all I need to, oh
Funny how you say you 'bout us
You don't ever pull up on me, put it on me, get me right (yeah)
You the one that ruined us, can't give no, can't give no
F*ck (f*ck)
Get drunk (get drunk), take drugs (take drugs)
(F*ck love)
All I wanna do is f*ck (oh)
Get drunk (oh), hop planes
All lust (lust)
It would be no lovin' you
It would be no lovin' you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Come to find out you wasn't even worth my time
Tried to act like I wasn't good enough in your eyes
Funny now that you callin', that you ringin' my line
Why the hell is you ringin' my line?
Oh, I
Tell me what's changed, is it my status, is it my fame
Is it my pockets? Is it my change? Is it my ride? Is it my body? (Oh)
Back then "no show, no call" was your motto
Only hit me after the club and you off that bottle
Pussy so good you thought you hit the lotto
But if I had you back, all I wanna do is f*ck (f*ck)
Get drunk (get drunk), take drugs (take drugs)
(F*ck love)
All I wanna do is f*ck (oh)
Get drunk (oh), hop planes
All lust (lust)
It would be no lovin' you
It would be no lovin' you
Come to find out you wasn't even worth my time
Tried to act like I wasn't good enough in your eyes
Funny now that you callin', that you ringin' my line
Why the hell is you ringin' my line?
Writer: Charles Ocansey Jr., Solana Rowe, Sony Anderson de Sousa Ramos, Summer Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Throw It Away
I don't mean to get outta place (outta place)
Don't you see that look in my face? (Disappointment)
We can't let this all go to waste (go to waste)
Thought you had me safe
We reached a ceilin' (ceilin')
I had a feelin' (yes, I did)
From the beginnin' (from the beginnin')
Must be the endin'
I've been takin' on all this baggage (I've been takin' it all)
Addin' on so much weight (yeah)
Had me thinkin' that I was average (thinkin' I was average)
When you're really to blame
How you gonna throw it away? (How?)
How you gonna sit and act like it was nothin'? Yeah (how?)
How you gonna throw it away?
How you gonna make it so damn hard to explain?
How you gonna throw it all away
And say my lovin' was not the same? Yeah
How you gonna throw it away? (Throw it away, throw it away)
Actin' like this ain't mean nothin' to you, is you dumb? (Yeah)
Frontin' like you not, nigga, I'll be gone
Was gone but now I see, you only 'bout yourself
Keep that same energy when I find somebody else, so why? (Why?)
Why I put up with this, why did I even try? (Try)
You said you'd hold me down forever but you lied to me, lied to me
You gotta be mental in the head, head, head, head, head
I've been takin' on all this baggage (I've been takin' it all)
Addin' on so much weight (yeah)
Had me thinkin' that I was average (thinkin' I was average)
When you're really to blame
How you gonna throw it away? (How?)
How you gonna sit and act like it was nothin'? Yeah (how?)
How you gonna throw it away?
How you gonna make it so damn hard to explain?
How you gonna throw it all away
And say my lovin' was not the same? Yeah
How you gonna throw it away? (Throw it away, throw it away)
Writer: Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Jocelyn Donald, Joshua Isaih Parker, London Holmes, Nija Aisha-Alayja Charles, Summer Walker, Terence Jamiel Williams, Xeryus Lamar Gittens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Reciprocate
Oh, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, now (oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
First of all get these bitches
I ain't even care 'bout your riches
You know I'm a different girl
Kinda come from a different world
It ain't even worth us splittin' but
If you knew what I was hittin' on
You never would've came at me like that
Never would've tried to play me like that
Like you don't have to spend no time
Like you don't have to give your all
Like you don't have to do it right
Like you don't have to, oh, oh, whoa
Like you don't have to talk to me (don't have to talk to me)
Like you don't have to try to teach me
Like you ain't have to learn me, earn me
All I wanted was for you to stay
It's the bare minimum for me
I don't wanna throw it all away
It's a good thing, it's a good thing
All I wanted was for you to stay
It's the bare minimum for me
I don't wanna throw it all away
But you gon' have to reciprocate (have to reciprocate)
You can take that bag back
I've had enough of all that
You tryna cover up what you lack, that's just whack
Give up your façade, I can see you (I can see you)
If you let your guard down, I won't tell no one
You just be yourself but I'ma teach you
That love is built, it can't be bought
I know that you just used to these bitches (you used to)
They ain't 'bout shit (bullshit)
They just with it (they waitin')
I know you met me in a club but I'm different (I'm different)
I'm really f*ckin' with your heart, am I trippin'? (Oh, whoa, oh)
All I wanted was for you to stay
It's the bare minimum for me
I don't wanna throw it all away
It's a good thing, it's a good thing
All I wanted was for you to stay
It's the bare minimum for me
I don't wanna throw it all away
But you gon' have to reciprocate (have to reciprocate)
Writer: Arsenio Umberto Archer, Aubrey Robinson, London Tyler Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
You Dont Know Me
We lost in translation
I'm honestly runnin' out of patience
Communication just don't seem to work
You've got it all figured out in your head
And you in denial 'bout
All that shit that you be sayin'
I'm tryna help us if you just listen to what I need
I can't tell you when, but now we don't have everything
It's been two years
We've got some kids
We been through hella shit
Travelled the world
Ran up the bag
We done it all
And that's why it's sad that
You don't know me (know me)
You don't know me (know me)
You don't know me (know me)
Like I know you, you, you, you
You don't know me
You don't know me
You don't know me
Like I know you
Don't get me wrong, I know it's a lot (lot)
Long flights, long nights, fast cars, it never stops
But you could take a minute
Just to pay attention to me for once
You should know my body by now
You should know my mind by now
And it don't seem to matter how many times
I try, but I cry, I say it nice
Yell it out loud, write it down, I'm tired
Tired
You should just commit once (tired)
I shouldn't have to run
It should just be for fun like (ooh)
You should just know how (know how)
Really know how to touch
Never ask for way too much
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You don't know me
You don't know me
You don't know me
Like I know you, you, you, you
You don't know me
You don't know me
You don't know me
Like I know you
Writer: Slim Wav, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Circus
This shit feel like a circus
Runnin' around, chasin' you down
I'm hopin' that it's worth it
'Cause holdin' you up is breakin' me down (down)
If you want it full time, want that day-to-day
I got that tiger eye, jumpin' through the flame
Make you feel alive ('live), keep you entertained
Ain't no bullseye, let's get straight to the truth
You (you), want (want) me, more than you should know
And I (I) want (want) you, it's out of my control
I (I), want (want) you, more than you should know
Want (want), you, more than I can say
Just a fatal attraction
Got my heart doin' gymnastics
I never felt this magic (magic, oh)
Your sheets pull me like magnets (magnets, oh)
But I thought I was a savage
I tried to make 'em disappear
My feelings got me all panicked (panicked, oh)
Stuck on you, lovin' like rabbits (rabbits)
With this elephant in the room
Want it day to day (day)
Got that tiger eye (eye), jumpin' through the flame (flame)
Make you feel alive ('live), keep you entertained
Ain't no bullseye, let's get straight to the truth
You (you), want (want) me, more than you should know (more)
And I want you, it's out of my control
I (I), want (want) you, more than you should know
Want (want you, want you)
You, more than I can say
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Brian Suggs, London Tyler Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker, Taylor Hill, Garrett Hamler
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Insane
Now what you in a rush for?
What, you tryin' to meet your maker, darlin'?
Or are you runnin' out of time? Huh?
Look time ain't even real, you really need to chill
It's all an illusion
You gettin' mixed up in the fusion
Whatever it is you tryna see
You can sit down and just believe
But I wouldn't ever be the same ol' thing
How?
But I can tell you straight, it ain't no game, baby, oh
God bless me (God bless me)
God help me (God help me)
Oh, I think I'm insane, ah
God bless me (God bless me)
God help me (God help me)
Ooh, I think I'm insane, ah, oh, oh-oh
Why you wanna play so bad?
Why you wanna play so bad?
Why you wanna play so bad?
Why you wanna play so bad?
'Cause you know it's real (you know)
'Cause you know it's- (you know)
You gotta get two times too fast to feel (to feel)
'Cause you claim you see things (you claim, you claim)
When you on DMT
But I've seen the same things before I go to sleep (you, you)
God bless me (God bless me)
God help me (God help me)
Oh, I think I'm insane, ah
God bless me (God bless me)
God help me (God help me)
Ooh, I think I'm insane, ah, oh, oh-oh
Why you wanna play so bad?
Why you wanna play so bad?
Why you wanna play so bad?
Why you wanna play so bad?
Writer: Kendall Roark Bailey, London Tyler Holmes, Remey Williams, Slim Wav, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Constant Bullshit
Ha
Ha, ha
Ooh-whoa
Ooh, oh, oh-oh
Hey, hey
Those things you did, I didn't recognize
How much they hurt me, on me I blamed it (I wanna apologize)
Was I bein' too difficult for complainin'
For the pain I was dealin' with?
For catchin' you in different lies
That you would deny, cold-face-ed (yeah)
But you found a way to make it back
But as much as I refused
My heart is still askin', do you
Do you mean it when you say (say) my name (my name)?
'Cause lately all this (all this) bullshit (bullshit)
Ain't makin' me feel what you say (feel what you say)
Tell me, do you mean it when you say (say) my name (my name)?
'Cause it's always constant (constant) bullshit (bullshit)
When you don't do what you say (what you say)
Inside, I'll fight for you
I would ride for you, I will (I will)
Even them times you ain't do me right, I was right here
Showin' you what the word bein' loyal is
But we would always end up fightin' (fightin')
But the truth is I was only tryin' to make it right (right)
Even though I might've been wrong
In the way that I (I) didn't keep it private
Respondin' in the best way I knew (I knew)
When you know that a bitch stay down
When you been doubtin' where I stay (oh)
Do you mean it when you say (say) my name (my name)?
'Cause lately all this (all this) bullshit (bullshit)
Ain't makin' me feel what you say (feel what you say)
Tell me, do you mean it when you say (say) my name (my name)?
'Cause it's always constant (constant) bullshit (bullshit)
When you don't do what you say (what you say)
I was only tryna live my life
But darlin', you'd rather let outside (outside)
Influence
That fame and fortune shit to ruin us
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh (yeah)
Oh, oh (oh, oh, oh)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (yeah)
Oh (oh, oh
Yeah (oh, oh)
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Bibi Borja, Dijon Stylez, London Tyler Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker, Garrett Hamler, Montgomery Phillip Meade
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Switch A Nigga Out
Normally I'm quick to switch up my playlist
In my mind, I'll pack my bag and don't say shit
I got what it takes to say this
I got all the plays and I played it out like this
I, I, I wanted to save this
I, I, I want us to make it
I'll trade it all for you, oh
But it just hurts so much when it ain't workin' out
'Cause I don't want nobody, nobody else but you (nobody)
And I used to be on my replacin' shit (yeah)
I (I would) would switch (switch) a nigga out so damn quick (damn quick)
If he ain't gettin' (gettin' with) with my shit (my shit)
But it just ain't like that with you, oh, oh
I even had tried that shit with you, boy (no, no, no)
But it was done, had to try something new, boy
(Sometimes I don't know)
I don't know (what I'll do)
What I'll do, oh, oh
I, I was tired of wastin' time
You were never gonna change your mind
Tired of hearin' all your lies (lies, lies)
But ain't I wanna leave you lonely
So I come crawlin' back
Hopin' it won't be like that
Hopin' that you'll make a change
So that I can stay
Hurts so much when it ain't workin' out (workin' out)
'Cause I don't want nobody, nobody else but you, oh (you)
And I used to be on my replacin' shit
I'd switch a nigga out so damn quick (damn quick) (quick)
If he ain't gettin' (gettin' with) with my shit (my shit)
But it just ain't like that with you, oh, oh
Writer: Evgeni Shmakov, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Unloyal
I ain't takin' your shit today, no
I ain't takin' your shit tomorrow, no
We can do it my way, so
I ain't stickin', no
No, I ain't stickin' 'round no more
'Cause you just wanna play with my heart, and (oh)
I seen you with the girl at the party (oh, oh)
You think I'm just gon' stand on by
And watch you waste my time? (No)
Boy, I am way too fine, so I'm out (no)
I guess I'm unloyal, baby
I guess I'm untrue (yeah, yeah)
I guess I'm unloyal, baby
Look, we'll call it what you want
I guess I'm unloyal, baby (baby, baby)
I guess I'm untrue, oh
I guess I'm unloyal, baby (baby, baby)
Oh, oh, so call me what you want
You think that I need you, boy, you funny
Got my own money, so I'ma show you
Ayy, you swear that I'll be lonely
Guess you don't know me
Guess you don't know
I said you can come and pick up your shit (no)
Actin' like you payin' for shit (broke)
Wit' yo' Bow Wow du-rag
Outside in yo' doggy bag
Bitch, I am so done with that
Tell me how a grown man so childish
Always in Kevin Samuels' comments
You think I'm just gon' stand on by
And watch you waste my time?
Boy, I am too damn fine, baby
Guess I'm unloyal, baby
Guess I'm untrue
Guess I'm unloyal, baby
Call it what you want
Guess I'm unloyal, baby
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Courtney Shanade Salter, Jerome Monroe Jr., London Tyler Holmes, Remey Williams, Summer Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Closure
Oh, oh
Too many days that I've made this mistake and
Too many nights you and I've said, "Goodbye"
Too many texts to express how I hate it
That's why I'm almost done 'cause it's too many times
We can't undo what we keep on doin'
We can't un-try what we've tried so far
Hope to un-feel what we keep on feelin'
But you can't unbreak my broken heart
Every time I need closure, closure
Mess around and get closer to you
Don't you make me feel hungover
Gotta get, get, get sober, oh, I can't feel nothin'
Why you gotta hang your love over my head like that?
Why'd you do it, baby?
I'm just tryna get closure, closure
Tryna get closure from you
You know I'm a month depressed
I'm the one that knows you best
Cut it off, you say, "Okay"
Bet I won't, you say, "Wait"
I say, "Nigga", you say, "Bitch"
You say, "Sorry", then we kiss
Runnin', runnin' 'round, I don't understand how
How the goodbyes for the store-runs, your sweet texts
Confirmations, confirmations
If the news break, six up on new days
Still lookin' for new ways
Still lookin' for new ways, yeah
And every time
Every time I need closure, closure
Mess around and get closer to you
Don't you make me feel hungover
Gotta get, get, get sober, oh, I can't feel nothin'
Why you gotta hang your love over my head like that?
Why'd you do it, baby?
I'm just tryna get closure, closure
Tryna get closure from you
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, James Jarvis, Johnta Austin, Kendall Roark Bailey, London Tyler Holmes, Remey Williams, Summer Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Toxic
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, baby
You know I'm lovin' that dick, it got me so crazy (oh)
Make me doze off right after, that's how I know it's good
You always gonna, gon' be my baby
Niggas be in my ear 'bout you, oh, that ain't right
Bitches be in my ear 'bout you, no, that ain't right (no, no, no)
They all crazy (yeah)
They need to stay up out our lane, yeah
Know this shit might look wild to them
But it ain't for them to get
This for us and that's for them
They don't know what's goin' on
All up in our Kool-Aid
Maybe I took that shit too far
Toxic, ooh, toxic, yeah (too toxic)
Toxic, ooh, toxic, yeah (just let me know)
Lovin' you, baby, I don't know what to do, yeah
I know I ain't ready to let go (oh, oh)
Toxic, ooh, baby, yeah (too toxic)
Lost in all this shit, it's crazy, yeah (just let me know)
Off it, but you know I ain't goin' nowhere, 'where
They all in our business
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
I hope it ain't true what they say 'bout you, I want this
Hesitant to post or flaunt this
Hopin' I don't get embarrassed by one of these hoes
I'on't think you doin' shit, but you never know
Funny how you never volunteer your phone
I wanna walk away, but what if I'm wrong? (What if I'm wrong, wrong 'bout you?)
Believe in you, needin' you, wantin' to see it through
Through, oh
Know this shit might look wild to them (oh)
But it ain't for them to get
This for us and that's for them (them)
They don't know what's goin' on
All up in our Kool-Aid
Maybe I took that shit too far
Toxic, ooh, toxic, yeah (too toxic)
Toxic, ooh, toxic, yeah (just let me know)
Lovin' you, baby, I don't know what to do, yeah (yeah, oh)
I know I ain't ready to let go (oh, oh)
Toxic, ooh, baby, yeah (too toxic)
Lost in all this shit, it's crazy, yeah (just let me know)
Off it, but you know I ain't goin' nowhere, 'where
They all in our business
I put my hands in her pants
Not for the smell, to see is it wet enough (see is it wet)
Ain't got a key, she come to the room
I tell the front desk to let her up (ooh)
She five away, I'm hot like I'm ready
I'm just gettin' up to freshen up (ooh)
I told her, "My head hurt"
She told me to get her BC and a 7UP (yeah)
Deleted my call log, I know that she thirsty (deleted my call log)
She say I'm her nigga, ain't nobody perfect (nobody perfect)
Keepin' my gun inside of her purse (inside of her purse)
Say I talk nasty in all my verses, that's real
She ask do I know her, then I tell her just chill (just chill)
She ask do I drink and I tell her just pills (just pills)
I said I flip houses, she said, "Let's chill" (let's chill)
I rather have diamonds instead of veneers
I'm grabbin' her body, I'm pullin' her close
So I'm lickin' her ear (so I'm lickin' her ear)
When I go deep, she run up the sheets
I see tears (I see tears)
Why you so toxic?
After sex she wearin' my boxers (wearin' my boxers)
Don't get a groupie pic, get your phone and lock it
No, oh, oh (yeah, yeah)
You never know, oh, oh
Writer: Durk Banks, Dylan Graham, Jason Paul Kempen, Moreno Tyrone Gusbers, Summer Walker, Jan Richard Branicki
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dat Right There
Ayy
That right there (that, that, that right there)
That right there
That right there (that, that, that, that, that right there)
That right there (when I let him hit)
That right there (that right there)
That right there
That right there (right there)
Nigga, that right there
The shit that I be on it be honest
But trust a bitch see flames if it's comin'
Her nigga on me and he want it (want it)
And I'm with the shit, slim thick, early twenties (twenties)
I seen the shit I see but no respondin'
Bitches spell-check ya, speak Ebonics
Better know the book you're readin'
I swear these bitches be slow
It's the shit that bitches be hatin' on
('Cause they know what it is when I put that on)
'Cause they know if I let him hit it, that nigga is gone (get him off your phone)
It's the threat that they might lose control
(That-that they, they all lose control)
'Cause if I let him hit it, that nigga is gone, oh (gone)
That right there (that, that, that right there)
That right there
That right there (that, that, that, that, that right there)
That right there (when I let him hit)
That right there (that right there)
That right there
That right there (right there)
Nigga, that right there
'22 the year we flyin' up
Bitch, I'm freein' niggas flyin' up
Sneaky link, niggas wanna get deep in it (deep in it)
For shits and giggles, make a nigga repeat it (repeat it)
But for real, a bitch is on her game (game)
But best believe I'll serve a fade (me)
And the money all here and a bitch is up
It's the shit that bitches be hatin' on
('Cause they know what it is when I put that on)
'Cause they know if I let him hit it, that nigga is gone (get him off your phone)
It's the threat that they might lose control
(That-that they, they all lose control)
'Cause if I let him hit it, that nigga is gone, oh (gone)
That right there (that, that, that right there)
That right there
That right there (that, that, that, that, that right there)
That right there (when I let him hit)
That right there (that right there)
That right there
That right there (right there)
Nigga, that right there
It's the smoke they know I'm with, with (that I'm with)
When I hit that switch (go)
Never know when it's all gon' click, click (gon' click)
Then it's all gon' click (yeah-yeah)
It's the smoke they know I'm with, with (that I'm with)
When I hit that switch (go)
Never know when it's all gon' click, click (oh)
Then it's all gon' click (go)
It's the shit that bitches be hatin' on
('Cause they know what it is when I put that on)
'Cause they know if I let him hit it, that nigga is gone (get him off your phone)
It's the threat that they might lose control
(That-that they, they all lose control)
'Cause if I let him hit it, that nigga is gone, oh (gone)
That right there (that, that, that right there)
That right there
That right there (that, that, that, that, that right there)
That right there (when I let him hit)
That right there (that right there)
That right there
That right there (right there)
Nigga, that right there
It's the smoke they know I'm with (click, click)
When I hit that switch (yeah)
Never know when it's all gon' click
Writer: Garrett R. Hamler, Pharrell L. Williams, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Screwin
Screwin' (screwin')
Better not, better not, better not, better not
Freaky, babe
Screwin'
Better not, better not (screwin')
Better not, better not
The shit we be doin' our folks call it screwin'
We be on that dumb shit, that stupid in love shit
I begged you to do it, shoot all up into me
Nigga, you better not pull it out
The shit we be doin' most call it screwin'
It's a different type of f*ckin' that we be on
We both bad at trustin', relationship's toxic
But you better come and f*ck me now
It's 1:30 in the A.M.
Pussy nigga what you sayin'?
You know I got needs, you know I got needs (oh)
But you're the only one who can please 'em (oh, yeah)
Excuse my language, that was my alter ego
I know I'm obnoxious sometimes
One minute, I hate you, the next minute, want it
Then you buss me wide open and show me your mind (your mind)
Over and over again (again)
Got me rubbin' in between my legs
Somethin' missin', nigga, where your head at? (Yeah, oh, yeah)
Yeah
I need you right now
Get here
Get here right now
The shit we be doin' our folks call it screwin'
We be on that dumb shit, that stupid in love shit
I begged you to do it, shoot all up into me
Nigga, you better not pull it out
The shit we be doin' most call it screwin'
It's a different type of f*ckin' that we be on (on)
We both bad at trustin', relationship's toxic
But you better come and f*ck me now
I spread out like a blanket
Would you hurry up and make it now?
I don't like it neat, make it messy
Ambidextrous, nigga, stretch me out (oh yeah)
The way suck it like a brand new engine
My intakes like a new invention
Sit on that dick like a hydro suspension (oh, oh)
Pardon my language, nigga, that's my ego (oh, oh)
And I love to f*ck all the time (yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh)
And how'd you know I love to play with your mind? (Mind)
(Hear your body callin')
Body callin' out to me, yeah (yeah, oh, oh)
Just a little bit for your pleasure
Oh, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh
Got big dick energy, you gon' see, I'm worthy (yeah)
Comin' in a hurry (ooh, ooh), you ain't gotta worry
I like how you freak so discreet, not a peep (shh)
I know that you're in love with me, love with me, yeah, yeah (that's facts)
A hundred pumps straight (straight, straight, straight, woo)
Throw it into high mode (oh)
Baby, you're great, especially on camera (woo)
Give me your permission
Pardon my swag, that's just me bein' me though, oh yeah
And I love to f*ck every time, time
And I know it's all mine
The shit we be doin' our folks call it screwin'
We be on that dumb shit, that stupid in love shit
I begged you to do it, shoot all up into me
Nigga, you better not pull it out
The shit we be doin' most call it screwin'
It's a different type of f*ckin' that we be on (on)
We both bad at trustin', relationship's toxic
But you better come and f*ck me now
Okay (ooh, ooh-ooh)
'Bout to come and f*ck you now
Writer: Antonion Williams, Aubrey Robinson, Cooper McGill, Omari Grandberry, Sean Garrett, Darhyl Jr. Camper, London Tyler Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Broken Promises
Say what you mean
Do what you say
I don't wanna be sold another piece
Of your dream
So take it (take it)
Save it
Put it back (oh)
F*ck it, erase it
I just don't know how I can take it
'Cause my heart is breakin'
I've been mistaken
You're not the man I thought you were
And they tried to warn me
Yeah, they tried to warn me, me (warn me)
You can't tell me (no)
Nothin' 'bout my man
I would never (no)
Take they words against yours (oh no)
I rather let you (yeah)
Make your promise
Oh no (no, you)
You can't tell me (you can't)
Nothin' 'bout my man
You said you would step up
Said you was ready (ready)
But I should of listened (listened)
The first one was a f*ck up (f*ck up)
Second one was a no one (no one)
Third one was tryna come up
Fourth one you said
It'd be different, different, different
And I believed you
You never left me like you did them
F*ck hoes on me like you did them
I built you up and I held you down
I built you up and I held you, I held you down
Oh, you can't tell me (no)
Nothin' 'bout my man
I would never (no)
Take they words against yours (oh no)
I rather let you (yeah)
Make your promise
Oh no (no, you)
You can't tell me (you can't)
Nothin' 'bout my man
Said you would step up
Said you'd put the work in (ready)
But I should of listened (listened)
Writer: Jhaye Chayenne Mc Kie, Roger Atwell, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Session 33
Yeah
Oh, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, oh
Long as you had a dime
4PF, ain't shit else that be on your mind
Long as you got your cars and toys to drive
I shoulda known I couldn't get your time
Long as you got your ice and got your drip
Be on them private jets, takin' trips
Come back at six
Wake me and your child
And then won't lay the dick
Make me wonder who you might've been layin' with
Makes me wonder who you think you playin' with
I'm beside myself to keep playin' this
Record back, over and over again
Swear that you've changed, but I know this the end
Long as you on scene
Think you know your girl, that's so funny to me
That's why you done got left 'bout one or two times
Got tired of your shit, you almost lost your mind, mind (ooh)
Long as they call your name
You'll continue to try to play these games
Leave your family in the cold and rain
And I don't think you'll ever change your ways
'Cause a house (house) is not a home when no one's there
So alone when no one's there
Should I move on since no one's here?
Here
You know, what you got is good, that's why
You refuse to let me walk out your life
But you refuse to match up with my vibe
You keep wastin' my time, you keep wastin' my time
Writer: Bubbles Renee, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
4th Baby Mama (Prelude)
Tell me why did you do this to me?
After we made plans for a family?
A liar, a cheater, a deceiver, heartbreaker
And I won't let you back in my life so I'm takin'
I wanna start with yo' mama, she should've whooped yo' ass (mmm)
Know you ain't shit, but she don't care 'cause you lit
Payin' for trips, cars, bags (bags) and bought the crib (crib)
But she ain't never call you out
'Cause she like the way that she live
But that some foul shit
She wasn't even around when, you ain't have no money (money)
That's why I find it funny (funny)
I guess that guilt hit hard (hard), bein' gone for so long
That's why she makes excuses for all your wrongs
And what's the point in keep on havin' kids
If she just gon' be raisin' them? That's just pure laziness
I'on get it is you tryna keep up with Thug? Is you racin' him?
Crazy how you really think that shit's cute, be embracin' it, oh
It really don't get no worse than you
'Cause you ain't even got the nerve
To stand up on your word
Oh, no-no-no, uh
Oh, no-no-no, huh?
What was you tellin' them?
What was you tellin' me?
What was you tellin' them?
And what was you tellin' me?
Why would you do all that?
Just to be sellin' dreams
Ain't even pullin' through
You just be talkin'
Damn, I ain't know niggas be out here tryna trap bitches
Never took me nowhere lavish
'Til you seen Drake hop on the track with it
If you ask me you was actin', whole time just actin'
You ain't give a f*ck about me, you was just tryna cash in (no)
Only buy me nice shit, big dates, just for Instagram flashin'
Tryna get your likes up, know you a clout addict
Gotta let niggas know that you have it
Gotta let niggas know that you have it
And all you be doin' is braggin'
Tellin' people, that I'm your queen
But all you mean, is just of R&B
I know you ain't care, 'cause you always gone
How could you make me spend my whole f*ckin' pregnancy alone?
And where was you at? 'Cause you claim you at work
But them other niggas said they made the beats, so how that add up?
Prolly was with your baby mamas one through three
You claim that you had a ring (for me)
You was prolly out f*ckin' hoes
What was you tellin' them?
What was you tellin' me?
What was you tellin' them?
And what was you tellin' me?
Why would you do all that?
Just to be sellin' dreams
Ain't even pullin' through
You just be talkin'
Tell me why did you do this to me?
After we made plans for a family?
A liar, a cheater, a deceiver, heartbreaker
And I won't let you back in my life so I'm takin'
Writer: Daniel East, Summer Marjani Walker, Ernest Dixon, Jerome Rufus Monroe, Roy Hamilton, Tyrell Bing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
4th Baby Mama
Tell me why did you do this to me?
After we made plans for a family?
A liar, a cheater, a deceiver, heartbreaker
And I won't let you back in my life so I'm takin'
I wanna start with yo' mama, she should've whooped yo' ass (mmm)
Know you ain't shit, but she don't care 'cause you lit
Payin' for trips, cars, bags (bags) and bought the crib (crib)
But she ain't never call you out
'Cause she like the way that she live
But that some foul shit
She wasn't even around when, you ain't have no money (money)
That's why I find it funny (funny)
I guess that guilt hit hard (hard), bein' gone for so long
That's why she makes excuses for all your wrongs
And what's the point in keep on havin' kids
If she just gon' be raisin' them? That's just pure laziness
I'on get it is you tryna keep up with Thug? Is you racin' him?
Crazy how you really think that shit's cute, be embracin' it, oh
It really don't get no worse than you
'Cause you ain't even got the nerve
To stand up on your word
Oh, no-no-no, uh
Oh, no-no-no, huh?
What was you tellin' them?
What was you tellin' me?
What was you tellin' them?
And what was you tellin' me?
Why would you do all that?
Just to be sellin' dreams
Ain't even pullin' through
You just be talkin'
Damn, I ain't know niggas be out here tryna trap bitches
Never took me nowhere lavish
'Til you seen Drake hop on the track with it
If you ask me you was actin', whole time just actin'
You ain't give a f*ck about me, you was just tryna cash in (no)
Only buy me nice shit, big dates, just for Instagram flashin'
Tryna get your likes up, know you a clout addict
Gotta let niggas know that you have it
Gotta let niggas know that you have it
And all you be doin' is braggin'
Tellin' people, that I'm your queen
But all you mean, is just of R&B
I know you ain't care, 'cause you always gone
How could you make me spend my whole f*ckin' pregnancy alone?
And where was you at? 'Cause you claim you at work
But them other niggas said they made the beats, so how that add up?
Prolly was with your baby mamas one through three
You claim that you had a ring (for me)
You was prolly out f*ckin' hoes
What was you tellin' them?
What was you tellin' me?
What was you tellin' them?
And what was you tellin' me?
Why would you do all that?
Just to be sellin' dreams
Ain't even pullin' through
You just be talkin'
Tell me why did you do this to me?
After we made plans for a family?
A liar, a cheater, a deceiver, heartbreaker
And I won't let you back in my life so I'm takin'
Writer: Daniel East, Summer Marjani Walker, Ernest Dixon, Jerome Rufus Monroe, Roy Hamilton, Tyrell Bing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ciaras Prayer
Jesus, I need You
I don't fully understand everything right now
But I know You have great plans for me
I'm hurting, but there is purpose in my pain
I need You
I need You to restore my faith in love, give me strength
I know I can't do it all on my own, I'm tired
I don't wanna hurt no more, I don't wanna feel like this ever again
Thank You for hearing my cry, thank You for hearing my heart
I know You'll do what's right with it
Thank You for never judging me
I'm broken but I'm beautifully broken
I know You will help me put all of the right pieces together
I know my pain is not in vain
I know that my baby is the most precious gift You've given me in life
And I thank You for that, thank You
Cover and protect us, Lord
I pray the next man in my life will be my husband
I pray he loves me, leads me, guides me, reassures me
I pray that he holds me
I pray that I have everything I want and need in him
I pray he will love me the way You love me
Your love is unconditional
You are the way, the truth and the life
In You there's hope
Lord, You say, "Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy"
I believe in this pure love, this is what I want
Lord, thank You for reminding me who I am
I am a queen, I deserve to be treated like one
I'm a warrior, I will get up
I'm a child of God, I'm everything You say I am
I'm an overcomer, I'm built for this
Lord, I'm ready
In Jesus name
Amen
Writer: Ciara Dezaree Wilson, Jerome Monroe Jr., Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.