Sabotage
Bryson Tiller, EST Gee
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Huh, huh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah Long as I known you, you been good to me (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) I'll be good to you Ain't gotta worry 'bout me (yeah) When I gotta leave town and it seems like I'm in hurry out Or when I gotta be around these bitches who just wanna blur you out I'm the one that they heard about (yes, sir) I'm the one that they heard about Our business been circulatin' 'round town, yeah, through word of mouth How'd I make it to west coast, when we were posted in dirty south No tellin' where this came from (no tellin' where it came from) Girl, don't pay no mind to it (no tellin' where it came from) Wonder if I got you in mind when I'm doin' whatever I'm doin' (yeah, yeah) Bein' transparent (yeah-yeah) But I don't wanna say too much and 'cause any more damage (more damage to you, yeah) And I know you can't stand (can't stand) When I'm questionnin' you (I'm questionnin' you) About things I couldn't manage (yeah, yeah) You don't understand it (yeah, yeah) I could've had you all to myself (yeah, yeah) And now you're runnin' 'round with somebody else (yeah, yeah) And it's fuckin' (yeah, yeah) With my mental health (fuckin' up my mental health) Yeah, shit, yeah Well, nigga, I get left (I get left) I love you to death But you believin' the lie you told yourself (you told yourself) If I hit then I won't miss I pay rents, hop out whips I don't trip, them is gifts, make sure I miss Whenever you with him Like when I grabbed your hair and pulled you off the tip Then I spit, then we kiss, then you switch (mwah, mwah) I admit I played a part in us actin' like we ain't exist I always thought you wanted to treat this like a job, why you quittin'? A couple I be hittin' but that's it, what part of that you don't get? When I fell low in my shrimp, that's when I came over to vent Drop her D, blowin' her grip, she grabbin', controllin' the dick Losin' control of sentence, I made her bend over again All the moments that we spent, you doin' that same moanin' for him All that game and that lil' change, and shit I throwed you off the strip Guess the old me didn't fit in the future life you chose to live I guess I ain't really lit, I guess I ain't really him I guess I ain't really daddy, I guess I should be embarrassed Huh? Huh? Okay (Yeah, I) I wanna be transparent But I don't wanna say too much and 'cause any more damage (more damage to you) And I know you can't stand when I'm questionnin' you about things I couldn't manage (ooh, ooh) You don't understand it Could've had you all to myself Now you're runnin' with somebody else (And it's fuckin' with my-, and it's fuckin' with my mental, yeah) Fuckin' with my mental When I, 'cause when I come over to talk, yeah, yeah I drop her D, I'm hittin' them walls, yeah I made her bend over and all You doin', you doin' that same only for the dawg Mm-hmm-mm, now what the f*ck, what, uh, uh? Mm-hmm-mm, now what the f*ck? I guess, I guess I ain't really, I guess I ain't really that I guess I should be embarrassed
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Written by: Attala Zane Giles, Bryson Djuan Tiller, D. DeGrote, Eddie Fluellen, George Stone III, Joshua Quinton Scruggs, Kevin Dorsey, Meli'sa Morgan, S. Murdock
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