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It's Over Video (MV)




Performed By: W.B.G.
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Jacob Connors, Joseph Ramspacher




W.B.G. - It's Over Lyrics




Hey there shawty come a little closer
I need your vibes I know you need closure
Back street ridin' in the Range Rover
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me its over
Yeah I keep a uzi I aint' talkin' vert
3am drunk driving I might pop a curb
Caught up in a bitches lies there aint' nothing worse

I need detailed descriptions
Baby tell me what it is and what it isn't, yeah
I see the future like the Simpsons
You'll be chillin' with your ex bet you miss him
Shawty said theirs more to love than heartbreaks
But hold up, the drugs making my heart race
I'm always high around you I cant go to your dark place
You stay in my vicinity baby, I cant get rid of ya' baby nah
Driving round' the city at night
Addicted to all the city lights
Helps me refresh my mind
I wanna rewind, back to when i said

Hey there shawty come a little closer
I need your vibes I know you need closure
Back street riding in the Range Rover
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me its over
Yeah I keep a uzi I aint' talkin' vert
3am drunk driving I might pop a curb
Caught up in a bitches lies there aint' nothing worse

I aint' gonna lie, never had to
I know I told you its over I never had to f*cking ask you
Let me tell you again Bae that its over
She had different state of minds, but not one of them was sober
Watch the time just fly away
Yeah I got no time to wait
And she in a different state
But I got no time to waste
And she doing lines, she too high
And she don't know how to vibe, aint' know why
She aint' even like to dance but she pulled up anyway
20/20 vision Cartier still on her face
I got no time, for no love
Don't need no wife, that's no fun

Hey there shawty come a little closer
I need your vibes I know you need closure
Back street ridin' in the Range Rover
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me its over
Yeah I keep a uzi I aint' talkin' vert
3am drunk driving I might pop a curb
Caught up in a bitches lies there aint' nothing worse
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Hey there shawty come a little closer
I need your vibes I know you need closure
Back street ridin' in the Range Rover
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me its over
Yeah I keep a uzi I aint' talkin' vert
3am drunk driving I might pop a curb
Caught up in a bitches lies there aint' nothing worse

I need detailed descriptions
Baby tell me what it is and what it isn't, yeah
I see the future like the Simpsons
You'll be chillin' with your ex bet you miss him
Shawty said theirs more to love than heartbreaks
But hold up, the drugs making my heart race
I'm always high around you I cant go to your dark place
You stay in my vicinity baby, I cant get rid of ya' baby nah
Driving round' the city at night
Addicted to all the city lights
Helps me refresh my mind
I wanna rewind, back to when i said

Hey there shawty come a little closer
I need your vibes I know you need closure
Back street riding in the Range Rover
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me its over
Yeah I keep a uzi I aint' talkin' vert
3am drunk driving I might pop a curb
Caught up in a bitches lies there aint' nothing worse

I aint' gonna lie, never had to
I know I told you its over I never had to f*cking ask you
Let me tell you again Bae that its over
She had different state of minds, but not one of them was sober
Watch the time just fly away
Yeah I got no time to wait
And she in a different state
But I got no time to waste
And she doing lines, she too high
And she don't know how to vibe, aint' know why
She aint' even like to dance but she pulled up anyway
20/20 vision Cartier still on her face
I got no time, for no love
Don't need no wife, that's no fun

Hey there shawty come a little closer
I need your vibes I know you need closure
Back street ridin' in the Range Rover
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me its over
Yeah I keep a uzi I aint' talkin' vert
3am drunk driving I might pop a curb
Caught up in a bitches lies there aint' nothing worse
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Writer: Jacob Connors, Joseph Ramspacher
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