Tell Me About it
Drowning, lost in the sauce, lost in thought
Thought I was managing, but I've been doubting
Money still coming in and I'm still counting (yeah)
Been so long, I've been out of the loop
And the game's so crowded, give me my flowers (give me)
Feels like I've been doing this thing for a hundred thousand million hours
Still not planning on throwing in the towel and hitting them showers, and I ain't sour (no)
I'm so proud of my little bit of power (yeah)
Just got a spiteful text from (who?)
So bitter and foul it red like blah, blah, blah
Basically, I'm a coward, should I respond, or should I just allow it?
Either way, she'll tell me about it, ah
Tell me about it (no), in fact, don't tell me about it (nah)
If it don't better my day, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it
So, stop talking about it, what you think, I don't want to hear about it? (I don't want to hear)
If it don't get me paid, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it
I don't think we can be happy
I don't think we can be happy (yeah)
And I'm still nostalgic (still nostalgic)
Reminisce about back in the day
To my bredrin, he still lives around the way (uh-huh)
He ain't tryna hear none of that shit today (no)
He's got bills to pay, he said I wouldn't be talking like that
If I never left ends and I had to stay
I didn't even move far, but it feels like a world away (uh-huh)
Still struggling, gambling, pedalling pills and yay, and the skies are grey
These streets ain't sweet and it ain't okay
We ain't kids no more, don't want to hear about how we used to play
Everybody don't feel like you, didn't get no deal like you, a few mil' like you (fam)
I didn't know there was a disconnect, I didn't mean no disrespect
He said, tell me about it (no) in fact don't tell me about it (yeah)
If it don't better my day, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it (yeah)
So, stop talking about it, what you think, I don't want to hear about it? (I don't want to hear)
If it don't get me paid, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it
(If it don't get me paid, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it)
(If it don't get me paid, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it)
I don't think we can be happy
I don't think we can be happy
Thought I was managing, but I've been doubting
Money still coming in and I'm still counting (yeah)
Been so long, I've been out of the loop
And the game's so crowded, give me my flowers (give me)
Feels like I've been doing this thing for a hundred thousand million hours
Still not planning on throwing in the towel and hitting them showers, and I ain't sour (no)
I'm so proud of my little bit of power (yeah)
Just got a spiteful text from (who?)
So bitter and foul it red like blah, blah, blah
Basically, I'm a coward, should I respond, or should I just allow it?
Either way, she'll tell me about it, ah
Tell me about it (no), in fact, don't tell me about it (nah)
If it don't better my day, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it
So, stop talking about it, what you think, I don't want to hear about it? (I don't want to hear)
If it don't get me paid, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it
I don't think we can be happy
I don't think we can be happy (yeah)
And I'm still nostalgic (still nostalgic)
Reminisce about back in the day
To my bredrin, he still lives around the way (uh-huh)
He ain't tryna hear none of that shit today (no)
He's got bills to pay, he said I wouldn't be talking like that
If I never left ends and I had to stay
I didn't even move far, but it feels like a world away (uh-huh)
Still struggling, gambling, pedalling pills and yay, and the skies are grey
These streets ain't sweet and it ain't okay
We ain't kids no more, don't want to hear about how we used to play
Everybody don't feel like you, didn't get no deal like you, a few mil' like you (fam)
I didn't know there was a disconnect, I didn't mean no disrespect
He said, tell me about it (no) in fact don't tell me about it (yeah)
If it don't better my day, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it (yeah)
So, stop talking about it, what you think, I don't want to hear about it? (I don't want to hear)
If it don't get me paid, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it
(If it don't get me paid, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it)
(If it don't get me paid, don't bring that shit my way, I'm better without it)
I don't think we can be happy
I don't think we can be happy
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Writer(s): Dylan Mills, Matthew Johnson
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