At the Top of Your Lungs
Cuz I'm just tryna get to you
Shits been hard
But I'm making moves
Well I'm trying,
I'm trying
And I just hope you understand
All the pain in my back
And blisters on my hands
It's all you
Now you're screaming
At the top of your lungs
I don't need you
Ask me what's my problem
Baby come outside
Pulling on my hand like everything's alright
Messing with my heart
Something's just not right
I don't wanna go back
Baby you should know that
Ask me what's my problem
Baby come outside
Pulling on my hand like everything's alright
Messing with my heart
Something's just not right
I don't wanna go back
Baby you should know that
Yeah baby I don't really wanna let go
Drive 90 down the highway with my eyes closed
Yeah baby girl it's crazy,
I'm psycho
Yeah baby girl it's crazy,
I'm psycho
Cuz I'm just tryna get to you
Shits been hard
But I'm making moves
Well I'm trying,
I'm trying
And I just hope you understand
All the pain in my back
And blisters on my hands
It's all you
Now you're screaming
At the top of your lungs
I don't need you
Bitch don't hit my line
Do this every night
Phone on 2%
Like ya I swear that shit gone die
I've been getting money
Pretty baby what you like
I've been gettin' money
Pretty baby what you like
Bitch don't hit my line
Do this every night
Phone on 2%
Like ya I swear that shit gone die
I've been getting money
Pretty baby what you like
I've been gettin' money
Pretty baby what you like
Shits been hard
But I'm making moves
Well I'm trying,
I'm trying
And I just hope you understand
All the pain in my back
And blisters on my hands
It's all you
Now you're screaming
At the top of your lungs
I don't need you
Ask me what's my problem
Baby come outside
Pulling on my hand like everything's alright
Messing with my heart
Something's just not right
I don't wanna go back
Baby you should know that
Ask me what's my problem
Baby come outside
Pulling on my hand like everything's alright
Messing with my heart
Something's just not right
I don't wanna go back
Baby you should know that
Yeah baby I don't really wanna let go
Drive 90 down the highway with my eyes closed
Yeah baby girl it's crazy,
I'm psycho
Yeah baby girl it's crazy,
I'm psycho
Cuz I'm just tryna get to you
Shits been hard
But I'm making moves
Well I'm trying,
I'm trying
And I just hope you understand
All the pain in my back
And blisters on my hands
It's all you
Now you're screaming
At the top of your lungs
I don't need you
Bitch don't hit my line
Do this every night
Phone on 2%
Like ya I swear that shit gone die
I've been getting money
Pretty baby what you like
I've been gettin' money
Pretty baby what you like
Bitch don't hit my line
Do this every night
Phone on 2%
Like ya I swear that shit gone die
I've been getting money
Pretty baby what you like
I've been gettin' money
Pretty baby what you like
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Braden Morgan
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