Am I really that much to handle?
Breakin' these niggas down like an anvil
You know, really just blow you out like a candle
Can I really just blow you out like a candle?
You a man
You say you the man
You say you 'bout it
You say you got a plan
I really was tryna listen
You say I ain't got no discipline
And that there why I wasn't listenin'
But I need a nigga who can handle me
Uh, I want that, a nigga who can handle me
Oh, nigga, keep your hands off me
You wanna stay with me, but, nigga, you just a fan of me
Cuff your bitch, nigga
Nigga, cuff your bitch
Caught you slippin' in it, nigga
Hit a lick on you
Really tellin' me that
I could break you down like a gym sweat
Buggin' and catch me, I be like
I'll be sippin' D'ussé, it's what I desire
I be like a cage, yeah, don'r reside
I be tryin' another things
I be so excite
(Oh) F*ck it, you can catch me in them heels
(Oh) Watch me throw shit, I be poppin' pills
(Oh) All I ask, for you to keep it trill
(Oh) All I ask, for you to keep it real, real, real
Real, real
Uh na na uh uh
Real, real, trill, one hunnid, uh
Not too much emotion, no, no
You know I've been f*cked up, yeah, yeah
Ask you to keep it trill for me
Ask you to keep it real for me
Summer Walker - Over It Album Lyrics
Summer Walker - Over It Lyrics
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Summer Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Body
(We got London on da Track)
I've been all in my phone, I got options
And I don't wanna tell you to drop it
But I don't wanna play unfair, yeah, yeah
Somethin' that makes me look at you too often
And baby, you can give it somethin'
Baby, I can ride overtime, oh
Baby, I'm talkin' crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I'm late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my friends, but I
Wouldn't wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn't wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin' (sayin', sayin')
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin' (sayin', sayin')
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin'
I don't know what it is
I can't tell you what it is
But you got me goin' crazy
Sex with you is so amazin'
How, how long can you go, baby?
Better last 'til my body's sore, 'cause it's crazy
Baby, I'm talkin' crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I'm late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my friends, but I
Wouldn't wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn't wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin' (sayin', sayin')
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin' (sayin', sayin')
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin'
I know, oh, I
I know, oh, I
I know we ain't gotta talk, alright
I know you ain't gotta talk, alright
Baby, I just wanna talk to you
(I just wanna talk to you)
Done with this shit, done with this shit
Know that we did, oh
I've been all in my phone, I got options
And I don't wanna tell you to drop it
But I don't wanna play unfair, yeah, yeah
Somethin' that makes me look at you too often
And baby, you can give it somethin'
Baby, I can ride overtime, oh
Baby, I'm talkin' crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I'm late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my friends, but I
Wouldn't wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn't wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin' (sayin', sayin')
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin' (sayin', sayin')
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin'
I don't know what it is
I can't tell you what it is
But you got me goin' crazy
Sex with you is so amazin'
How, how long can you go, baby?
Better last 'til my body's sore, 'cause it's crazy
Baby, I'm talkin' crazy
I need you right in my space, but I
Need it, baby, I'm late, but I
Still can check in with you
I know that I need my friends, but I
Wouldn't wanna leave you, no, oh, I
Wouldn't wanna plead
But my heart, my mind and my body is sayin' (sayin', sayin')
My mind, my mind, and my body is
My body is sayin' (sayin', sayin')
My mind, my mind, and my heart
My body is sayin'
I know, oh, I
I know, oh, I
I know we ain't gotta talk, alright
I know you ain't gotta talk, alright
Baby, I just wanna talk to you
(I just wanna talk to you)
Done with this shit, done with this shit
Know that we did, oh
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Donell Jones, Jocelyn Donald, John Joseph, Kendall Roark Baily, London Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Drunk Dialing...LODT
It's 3:34 and I don't need no more
You can call it what you want, but I'ma call it dumb
Too much liquor known to make you call a nigga
And I done had too much
Which is givin' me excuses to
Make me think I want you when I don't and I know this
Know that you would argue always, do me wrong, oh
But it made me wanna call you like I'm on one and I want some
And I need you to come over (oh no, I)
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more, have you wantin' some more
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more
Oh, damn
Boy, you know I, I, I love you
Oh, with everything you do (yeah ayy)
And I just can't quite understand it
But love makes sense of you (yeah ayy)
'Cause I love you but I know I wouldn't wanna wait
For your heart to finally see me through
And I'd love for you to, to, to
Yeah, said I
You can call it what you want, but I'ma call it dumb
Too much liquor known to make you call a nigga
And I done had too much
Which is givin' me excuses to
Make me think I want you when I don't and I know this
Know that you would argue always, do me wrong, oh
But it made me wanna call you like I'm on one and I want some
And I need you to come over (oh no, I)
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more, have you wantin' some more
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more
Oh, damn
Boy, you know I, I, I love you
Oh, with everything you do (yeah ayy)
And I just can't quite understand it
But love makes sense of you (yeah ayy)
'Cause I love you but I know I wouldn't wanna wait
For your heart to finally see me through
And I'd love for you to, to, to
Yeah, said I
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Cameron Griffin, Kendall Roark Baily, Kevin Richardson, London Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Come Thru w/Usher
(We got London on da Track)
I should've known better
Can't even pretend like I don't want it again
On the brain all the time
Thinkin' of all the things that we did
You did somethin'
'Cause shit like this don't happen too often
It's the way you put it down
I don't want no one else around
Got me takin' a step on the wild side
Cuttin' all ties
With them other guys
Way you, way you look in my eyes
Lovin' me nice and slow
You make me wanna come through
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna replay
All of those things
That you and me, we do
You make me wanna come through
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna replay
All of those things
That you and me, we do
Look at what you make me wanna do
I'll drop all my niggas for you
Got my feelings runnin' on a loop
This ain't what I'm really used to
(You make me wanna)
Before anything happens between us
Be sure you're ten toes down before I pull out this car (pull it)
And the only thing that's comin' beside me
Out this situation, is you waitin' to get some more (oh, get it)
I told you, I'ma take you places (whoa)
I seen it in your face (yeah, yeah)
And I knew that you would say this, so how you wanna play this?
Yeah, you got somebody (yeah)
I been in this predicament (uh)
Don't trip (just) creep discreet
That's just what we dealin' with
You make me wanna come (wanna) through (wanna)
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna (oh) replay
All of those things (oh oh)
That you and me, we do (whoa, oh)
You make me wanna come (wanna) through (wanna)
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna replay
All of the things (all of the things)
That you and me, we do (ooh)
Look at what you make me wanna do
I'll drop all my niggas for you (for sure)
Got my feelings runnin' on a loop (ooh, baby)
This ain't what I'm really used to
(You make me wanna, wanna)
Ain't what you used to, what you used to
Whoa, oh, oh
Oh
(You make me wanna, wanna, wanna)
New relationship witchu, this is what you do
Think about her, cuddle her
Love her
I should've known better
Can't even pretend like I don't want it again
On the brain all the time
Thinkin' of all the things that we did
You did somethin'
'Cause shit like this don't happen too often
It's the way you put it down
I don't want no one else around
Got me takin' a step on the wild side
Cuttin' all ties
With them other guys
Way you, way you look in my eyes
Lovin' me nice and slow
You make me wanna come through
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna replay
All of those things
That you and me, we do
You make me wanna come through
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna replay
All of those things
That you and me, we do
Look at what you make me wanna do
I'll drop all my niggas for you
Got my feelings runnin' on a loop
This ain't what I'm really used to
(You make me wanna)
Before anything happens between us
Be sure you're ten toes down before I pull out this car (pull it)
And the only thing that's comin' beside me
Out this situation, is you waitin' to get some more (oh, get it)
I told you, I'ma take you places (whoa)
I seen it in your face (yeah, yeah)
And I knew that you would say this, so how you wanna play this?
Yeah, you got somebody (yeah)
I been in this predicament (uh)
Don't trip (just) creep discreet
That's just what we dealin' with
You make me wanna come (wanna) through (wanna)
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna (oh) replay
All of those things (oh oh)
That you and me, we do (whoa, oh)
You make me wanna come (wanna) through (wanna)
Quarter after two
Just to put it down on you
You make me wanna replay
All of the things (all of the things)
That you and me, we do (ooh)
Look at what you make me wanna do
I'll drop all my niggas for you (for sure)
Got my feelings runnin' on a loop (ooh, baby)
This ain't what I'm really used to
(You make me wanna, wanna)
Ain't what you used to, what you used to
Whoa, oh, oh
Oh
(You make me wanna, wanna, wanna)
New relationship witchu, this is what you do
Think about her, cuddle her
Love her
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Jermaine Dupri, Kendall Roark Baily, London Tyler Holmes, Manuel Lonnie Jr. Seal, Nija Charles, Summer Marjani Walker, Usher Raymond
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Potential
You got potential
You got, you
You got potential
You got, you
You got potential (potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential
You got, you
Had a few niggas, ride or die for me
Tell me baby, will you slide for me?
Give you the Glock .40, holdin' it down for me
I know you good in the hood, bust a couple juugs for me, yeah
When I'm runnin' low, will you still cover for me?
Blowin' bands to make me feel lovely
When I'm gone will you still think of me?
I need to know for sure
'Cause you got potential
You got, you
You got potential
You got, you
You got potential (potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential
You got, you
Caught my interest, talkin' that shit
So intriguin' (yeah, yeah)
We could go far, go the distance
I could see it (yeah)
I'm not tryna be out here with my hopes up
If you're all for me, then let me know what's up
Don't change up on me in the long run
Keep it open, one hunnid
'Cause you got potential
You got, you
You got potential
You got, you
You got potential (potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential
You got, you
You got, you
You got potential
You got, you
You got potential (potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential
You got, you
Had a few niggas, ride or die for me
Tell me baby, will you slide for me?
Give you the Glock .40, holdin' it down for me
I know you good in the hood, bust a couple juugs for me, yeah
When I'm runnin' low, will you still cover for me?
Blowin' bands to make me feel lovely
When I'm gone will you still think of me?
I need to know for sure
'Cause you got potential
You got, you
You got potential
You got, you
You got potential (potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential
You got, you
Caught my interest, talkin' that shit
So intriguin' (yeah, yeah)
We could go far, go the distance
I could see it (yeah)
I'm not tryna be out here with my hopes up
If you're all for me, then let me know what's up
Don't change up on me in the long run
Keep it open, one hunnid
'Cause you got potential
You got, you
You got potential
You got, you
You got potential (potential, yeah, yeah)
You got potential
You got, you
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Kendall Roark Baily, Kevin Cossom, London Holmes, Nija Charles, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fun Girl
I remember what you told me
Said I wasn't made right
Said I wasn't cut right
That's why I'm so lonely, mm
Can't turn a ho into a housewife
That I was just a homie, a fun girl
I can still be your day one girl, mm
I don't understand it
Takes me out of the categories of marriage
Is it 'cause I know what I want just like you?
'Cause I make my own money and my own rules?
Love who I want and f*ck who I choose to
Don't take no shit and won't be used
But I guess that makes me undesirable
Guess that makes you so attractive, oh
Guess that makes me undesirable, oh
Guess that makes you so attractive, oh yeah
Life's unfair
Life's unfair, life's unfair, yeah
Life's unfair, yeah-yeah
Life's so unfair
Said I wasn't made right
Said I wasn't cut right
That's why I'm so lonely, mm
Can't turn a ho into a housewife
That I was just a homie, a fun girl
I can still be your day one girl, mm
I don't understand it
Takes me out of the categories of marriage
Is it 'cause I know what I want just like you?
'Cause I make my own money and my own rules?
Love who I want and f*ck who I choose to
Don't take no shit and won't be used
But I guess that makes me undesirable
Guess that makes you so attractive, oh
Guess that makes me undesirable, oh
Guess that makes you so attractive, oh yeah
Life's unfair
Life's unfair, life's unfair, yeah
Life's unfair, yeah-yeah
Life's so unfair
Writer: Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tonight
Gotta get it right
I gotta get it right, yeah
You say, you say
You say, you say
You say, you say
You're in search in this body of mine?
Do you wanna be a good friend of me?
Why won't you pour up that Hennessy?
Light up a few blunts and we could get high, yeah
No need to rush, but take your time
I know it's been too long
I've been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya
Back to you
Can't even play it cool
Thinkin' about them nights I would've rather been with you
Tonight
I wanna have some good fun tonight
I wanna get into somethin' tonight
I just wanna make up for lost time
I like to taste it when you
Run down my back, arched and relaxed
Oh, touch me like that
Please, nice and slow
I know it's been too long
I've been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya
Back to you
Can't even play it cool
Thinkin' about them nights I would've rather been with you
Tonight
I wanna have some good fun tonight
I wanna get into somethin' tonight
I just wanna make up for lost time, tonight
I know it's been too long
I've been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya
Back to you
(We got London On Da Track)
I gotta get it right, yeah
You say, you say
You say, you say
You say, you say
You're in search in this body of mine?
Do you wanna be a good friend of me?
Why won't you pour up that Hennessy?
Light up a few blunts and we could get high, yeah
No need to rush, but take your time
I know it's been too long
I've been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya
Back to you
Can't even play it cool
Thinkin' about them nights I would've rather been with you
Tonight
I wanna have some good fun tonight
I wanna get into somethin' tonight
I just wanna make up for lost time
I like to taste it when you
Run down my back, arched and relaxed
Oh, touch me like that
Please, nice and slow
I know it's been too long
I've been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya
Back to you
Can't even play it cool
Thinkin' about them nights I would've rather been with you
Tonight
I wanna have some good fun tonight
I wanna get into somethin' tonight
I just wanna make up for lost time, tonight
I know it's been too long
I've been on the road too much
Had to get back to ya
Back to you
(We got London On Da Track)
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Kendall Roark Baily, Kevin Cossom, Lee Stashenko, London Tyler Holmes, Nija Charles, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Me
Yeah
Wasn't my first, but you
Yeah
Usually I could care less
I could say less
Hit your ass with that one word reply like, bet
Guess you got that affect on me
Guess you get the best of me, yeah
Bring out the worst
You make a bitch have to go in her purse
Or go in her trunk
And pull out the strap
I will never shoot you baby, maybe, just wave it around
All in your face, yeah
Get all in your face fast
Ooh-woah
Wasn't my first, but you'll
Yeah
Wasn't my first, but you'll
Wasn't my first, but you'll
Definitely be my last love
My last f*ck
Last f*ck to give my last nigga
I trip on a trip with last (last), last (last)
Nigga to catch me slipping
Definitely be my last love
My last f*ck
Last f*ck to give my last nigga
I trip on a trip with last (last), last (last)
Nigga to catch me slipping
Wasn't my first, but you
Yeah
Usually I could care less
I could say less
Hit your ass with that one word reply like, bet
Guess you got that affect on me
Guess you get the best of me, yeah
Bring out the worst
You make a bitch have to go in her purse
Or go in her trunk
And pull out the strap
I will never shoot you baby, maybe, just wave it around
All in your face, yeah
Get all in your face fast
Ooh-woah
Wasn't my first, but you'll
Yeah
Wasn't my first, but you'll
Wasn't my first, but you'll
Definitely be my last love
My last f*ck
Last f*ck to give my last nigga
I trip on a trip with last (last), last (last)
Nigga to catch me slipping
Definitely be my last love
My last f*ck
Last f*ck to give my last nigga
I trip on a trip with last (last), last (last)
Nigga to catch me slipping
Writer: Summer Marjani Walker, Arsenio Umberto Archer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Like It
I'm so selfish (yeah)
I can't help it (no)
I need you all to myself
Keep your focus (yeah)
The way I do it
Boy, you don't need no one else (no)
Ain't a race, baby, no when I'm ridin' it slow (slow)
And my waterfall, I'll make it overflow
Make you forget all about them hoes
Oh, you don't need 'em
'Cause can't nobody else give it to ya like that
I been rewindin' all the flashbacks
Tell me how it feels when I throw it back
Tell me again, tell me again
Oh, that you like it
Tell me again, baby, that you like it, oh
Type of love that make you wanna wife it, oh
Tell me again, baby, that you like it, like it
Like it, like it
I been f*ckin' up your conscience
Fallin' in love with every part of us
And just tune out the nonsense
'Cause can't nobody else give it to ya like that
I been rewindin' all the flashbacks
Tell me how it feels when I throw it back
Tell me again, tell me again
I been grippin' on your waist
Flexed up tryna bend you outta place (yeah)
Made love on the low-key
Now I'm tryna f*ck you broad day (oh)
Tell me leave, I'ma stay (stay)
I'm just tryna get a taste (taste)
Chef's kiss for my next wish
Liplock on my face
Okay, I like it, like it
My pipe likely, have her re-dialin'
Tryna fight it
She gon' throw it back, I'ma run and get a ring, yeah
Then she gon' open up and take one for the team, yeah
Said that you like it
Tell me again, baby, that you like it
Type of love that make you wanna wife it, oh
Tell me again, baby, that you like it, like it
Like it, like it
Tell me how I make you feel, oh
She won't do you like I will, yeah
Tell me how I make you feel, oh
They won't do you like I will
(We got London On Da Track)
I can't help it (no)
I need you all to myself
Keep your focus (yeah)
The way I do it
Boy, you don't need no one else (no)
Ain't a race, baby, no when I'm ridin' it slow (slow)
And my waterfall, I'll make it overflow
Make you forget all about them hoes
Oh, you don't need 'em
'Cause can't nobody else give it to ya like that
I been rewindin' all the flashbacks
Tell me how it feels when I throw it back
Tell me again, tell me again
Oh, that you like it
Tell me again, baby, that you like it, oh
Type of love that make you wanna wife it, oh
Tell me again, baby, that you like it, like it
Like it, like it
I been f*ckin' up your conscience
Fallin' in love with every part of us
And just tune out the nonsense
'Cause can't nobody else give it to ya like that
I been rewindin' all the flashbacks
Tell me how it feels when I throw it back
Tell me again, tell me again
I been grippin' on your waist
Flexed up tryna bend you outta place (yeah)
Made love on the low-key
Now I'm tryna f*ck you broad day (oh)
Tell me leave, I'ma stay (stay)
I'm just tryna get a taste (taste)
Chef's kiss for my next wish
Liplock on my face
Okay, I like it, like it
My pipe likely, have her re-dialin'
Tryna fight it
She gon' throw it back, I'ma run and get a ring, yeah
Then she gon' open up and take one for the team, yeah
Said that you like it
Tell me again, baby, that you like it
Type of love that make you wanna wife it, oh
Tell me again, baby, that you like it, like it
Like it, like it
Tell me how I make you feel, oh
She won't do you like I will, yeah
Tell me how I make you feel, oh
They won't do you like I will
(We got London On Da Track)
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Christopher Brown, Kendall Roark Baily, Lee Stashenko, London Holmes, Nija Charles, Ricardo Valdez Valentine, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Just Might
Thinking I can't
Take no more
I just might be a ho
I swear, swear
Just might be a ho
For real (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
For real
What am I missin'?
Always takin' L's every time I try with a nigga
That just don't hesitate, gone
What am I missin'?
Seems like you gain more from a sugar daddy or a drug dealer
Pick me out the club, one hit and
I don't wanna know
Keep playing, love is a losin' game
And I just can't take no more, no more
Said love is a losin' game so I just might be a ho (yeah, yeah)
A ho, hey, hey
Just might be a ho
What am I missin'?
Seems like you gain more from a sugar daddy or a drug dealer
Seems like you gain more from a
Shawty's been strippin' for so long (so, so)
How-how long do she think it can go on
Without her f*ckin' anybody? (Body)
I don't know anybody (body)
That work at Follies, that don't f*ck anybody (yeah, yeah)
Must think my mind is doin' la-di-da-di, yeah, yeah
I know that you have bodies after bodies
I signed up when I called you Bonnie, yeah (ho, ho)
A ho, yeah, yeah (I swear)
Just might be a ho
What am I missin'?
Seems like you gain more from a sugar daddy or a drug dealer
Seems like you get more from a
Nigga, you can spoil love
Talk past nigga he's so soft (so soft)
He just want your time baby, he don't want the top
He just want your mind, he don't need the brain
He gon' keep you paid, he gon' keep you paid
So f*ck love, I mean what's love?
Baby, what's love?
Remember that love is a losin' game
F*ck love, I mean what's love?
Remember that, all of your pain
So you just might be a ho
Take no more
I just might be a ho
I swear, swear
Just might be a ho
For real (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
For real
What am I missin'?
Always takin' L's every time I try with a nigga
That just don't hesitate, gone
What am I missin'?
Seems like you gain more from a sugar daddy or a drug dealer
Pick me out the club, one hit and
I don't wanna know
Keep playing, love is a losin' game
And I just can't take no more, no more
Said love is a losin' game so I just might be a ho (yeah, yeah)
A ho, hey, hey
Just might be a ho
What am I missin'?
Seems like you gain more from a sugar daddy or a drug dealer
Seems like you gain more from a
Shawty's been strippin' for so long (so, so)
How-how long do she think it can go on
Without her f*ckin' anybody? (Body)
I don't know anybody (body)
That work at Follies, that don't f*ck anybody (yeah, yeah)
Must think my mind is doin' la-di-da-di, yeah, yeah
I know that you have bodies after bodies
I signed up when I called you Bonnie, yeah (ho, ho)
A ho, yeah, yeah (I swear)
Just might be a ho
What am I missin'?
Seems like you gain more from a sugar daddy or a drug dealer
Seems like you get more from a
Nigga, you can spoil love
Talk past nigga he's so soft (so soft)
He just want your time baby, he don't want the top
He just want your mind, he don't need the brain
He gon' keep you paid, he gon' keep you paid
So f*ck love, I mean what's love?
Baby, what's love?
Remember that love is a losin' game
F*ck love, I mean what's love?
Remember that, all of your pain
So you just might be a ho
Writer: Ryan Alex Martinez, Summer Marjani Walker, Arsenio Umberto Archer, Jahron Brathwaite, Joshua Parker
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stretch You Out
(We got London on da Track)
Niggas be insecure
Claiming that you ain't doing enough
Claiming that they need more
What you on? Your last breath, your last sweat, your last dime?
Out of your f*cking mind
Can't you see I'm f*cking trying?
You want pussy six times a week
And you never wanna clean up
And you talk to me like shit
And you handle me too rough
And at the end of the day, you got the nerve to bring up that bitch
But that's the difference
And when I feel like this
I can't take no shit (I can't take no more)
Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out (yeah, yeah)
We gon' stretch you out, out, out, out, out
You just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh
Yeah, wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum
Girl, I heard that you've been hurtin'
Just let me know if it ain't workin'
I can put mad baguettes on you on purpose
We can go half on a baby on purpose
In the Maybach, let's close all of the curtains purposely
Everything you do to me, you do it perfectly
And I be in your body like surgery
I got insomnia, I gotta pop a perky to sleep
Throw that ass 'round in a circle please, yeah
Throw that ass 'round in a circle for me, yeah
Like you working for me
Don't you show no other nigga what you learning from me, yeah
Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out (yeah, yeah)
Whatever, whatever
We gon' stretch you out, out, out, out, out
Whenever, wherever
You just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh
Yeah, wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum
We gonna smile
Whatever, whatever, yeah
Whenever, wherever
Niggas be insecure
Claiming that you ain't doing enough
Claiming that they need more
What you on? Your last breath, your last sweat, your last dime?
Out of your f*cking mind
Can't you see I'm f*cking trying?
You want pussy six times a week
And you never wanna clean up
And you talk to me like shit
And you handle me too rough
And at the end of the day, you got the nerve to bring up that bitch
But that's the difference
And when I feel like this
I can't take no shit (I can't take no more)
Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out (yeah, yeah)
We gon' stretch you out, out, out, out, out
You just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh
Yeah, wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum
Girl, I heard that you've been hurtin'
Just let me know if it ain't workin'
I can put mad baguettes on you on purpose
We can go half on a baby on purpose
In the Maybach, let's close all of the curtains purposely
Everything you do to me, you do it perfectly
And I be in your body like surgery
I got insomnia, I gotta pop a perky to sleep
Throw that ass 'round in a circle please, yeah
Throw that ass 'round in a circle for me, yeah
Like you working for me
Don't you show no other nigga what you learning from me, yeah
Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out (yeah, yeah)
Whatever, whatever
We gon' stretch you out, out, out, out, out
Whenever, wherever
You just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh
Yeah, wanna make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum
We gonna smile
Whatever, whatever, yeah
Whenever, wherever
Writer: Kendall Roark Baily, Summer Marjani Walker, London Tyler Holmes, Artist Julius Dubose, Aubrey Robinson, Vojtech Danicek
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Off Of You
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, ooh)
(Yeah, yeah)
You won't even listen
I ain't even tripping
F*ck it, keep it popping, sipping
I'm tired of f*cking talking
When our eyes ain't even locking
Guess I finally got a feeling
That I'm off of you
You, yeah
I'm off of you
I need to sing it (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can't believe it
You've been mistreating me
I wouldn't leave, yeah
Ain't you realize? (Oh yeah)
That I ain't got the time no more
I ain't gotta cry no more
'Cause I'm off of you (oh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I said I'm off of you
You, you, you, you, you
Oh yeah, yeah
We ain't even speaking
But I don't even care
'Cause you took it right there
Took it right there, yeah (took it right there, took it right there)
And I know I tried to, keep it right, right here
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you stay home and stay up to see
Then baby, you could get me to get back around you
Yeah, I ain't got the time no more
I ain't gotta cry now
'Cause I'm off of you
Yeah, I ain't got the time no more
I ain't gotta cry now
'Cause I'm off of you
(Oh, ooh)
(Yeah, yeah)
You won't even listen
I ain't even tripping
F*ck it, keep it popping, sipping
I'm tired of f*cking talking
When our eyes ain't even locking
Guess I finally got a feeling
That I'm off of you
You, yeah
I'm off of you
I need to sing it (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can't believe it
You've been mistreating me
I wouldn't leave, yeah
Ain't you realize? (Oh yeah)
That I ain't got the time no more
I ain't gotta cry no more
'Cause I'm off of you (oh)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I said I'm off of you
You, you, you, you, you
Oh yeah, yeah
We ain't even speaking
But I don't even care
'Cause you took it right there
Took it right there, yeah (took it right there, took it right there)
And I know I tried to, keep it right, right here
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you stay home and stay up to see
Then baby, you could get me to get back around you
Yeah, I ain't got the time no more
I ain't gotta cry now
'Cause I'm off of you
Yeah, I ain't got the time no more
I ain't gotta cry now
'Cause I'm off of you
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Kendall Roark Baily, Summer Marjani Walker, Jocelyn Donald, Lee Stashstenko, London Tyler Holmes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Anna Mae
What's temporary?
Me or you?
You want me here to stay
But your situation tells me that it's a waste of time
But never mind all that, mm
Boy, I'm serious
You know you don't have to play
I'm already on the way
You ain't gotta say shit
So he set the mood onto mouth shit
Made a couple jokes about f*ckin', yeah
Might'a kissed few times but never made a move or no cut shit
Just enjoy the time that we have laid aside to be numb in
All alone, we turned off our phones all the way
Your girl drivin' your ass insane
And you know my nigga don't play shit (oh)
I say, babe, what we gonna do? (Oh)
When you say, "We'll have our cake and eat it too"
So, our cake and eat it too, oh
Oh yeah, our cake and eat it too, too
Our cake and eat it too, ooh-whoa
It's not the right time but
You say the timin' is perfect
You want me to ride for you, on you, with you, my babe
You want me to lie
Say, "No, I haven't seen this guy"
We doin' the most
Takin' pictures you know we can't post
Can't post
No, no, no, no, no (oh)
All alone, we turned off our phones all the way
Your girl drivin' your ass insane
And you know my nigga don't play shit
Me or you?
You want me here to stay
But your situation tells me that it's a waste of time
But never mind all that, mm
Boy, I'm serious
You know you don't have to play
I'm already on the way
You ain't gotta say shit
So he set the mood onto mouth shit
Made a couple jokes about f*ckin', yeah
Might'a kissed few times but never made a move or no cut shit
Just enjoy the time that we have laid aside to be numb in
All alone, we turned off our phones all the way
Your girl drivin' your ass insane
And you know my nigga don't play shit (oh)
I say, babe, what we gonna do? (Oh)
When you say, "We'll have our cake and eat it too"
So, our cake and eat it too, oh
Oh yeah, our cake and eat it too, too
Our cake and eat it too, ooh-whoa
It's not the right time but
You say the timin' is perfect
You want me to ride for you, on you, with you, my babe
You want me to lie
Say, "No, I haven't seen this guy"
We doin' the most
Takin' pictures you know we can't post
Can't post
No, no, no, no, no (oh)
All alone, we turned off our phones all the way
Your girl drivin' your ass insane
And you know my nigga don't play shit
Writer: Summer Marjani Walker, London Tyler Holmes, Roark Bailey, Scott Spencer Storch, Aubrey Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CTM Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CTM Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ill Kill You
If them bitches 'round you, better be blood
If it ain't me or your mama, shouldn't be showin' you no love
Please forgive me, I know that I'm stingy
'Cause baby I'm gang 'bout you
Ain't playing no games 'bout you
I'll go to hell and jail 'bout you boy
I'll go to hell and jail about you boy
I'll go to hell and jail about you boy
I'll go to hell and jail about you boy
I been waiting so long for a love like this
I been waiting so long for a love like this
I been waiting so long for a love like this
Waiting so long, yeah (like this)
That's on my mama, yeah that's on the hood
You don't want no problems, I wish a bitch would
Tryna come between us, it won't end up good
You know I love you like no one else could
I'd go to hell and back for you
Bend over backwards, acrobats for you
Yeah, I'd go up to bat for you
Even when shit lookin' bad for you
I been waiting so long for a love like this
It's a feeling so strong I don't wanna resist
Like you can't do no wrong, got me losin' my shit
Gotta loosen my grip, no
F*ck that my baby you all mine
Greatest of all time
You better tell them hoes, "Fall in line"
I do not play about mine
You know this energy so right
Don't put up no fight
You know I never tell no lies
I want you for life
Don't, have me lookin' foolish
Don't, have me feelin' stupid
Choosey lover, you got me all tied up
Sometimes you just, you got me all fired up
I been waiting so long for a love like this
I been waiting so long for a love like this
I been waiting so long for a love like this
Waiting so long (so long)
Your lovin' can't be too much, for me too much
(We got London on the track)
If it ain't me or your mama, shouldn't be showin' you no love
Please forgive me, I know that I'm stingy
'Cause baby I'm gang 'bout you
Ain't playing no games 'bout you
I'll go to hell and jail 'bout you boy
I'll go to hell and jail about you boy
I'll go to hell and jail about you boy
I'll go to hell and jail about you boy
I been waiting so long for a love like this
I been waiting so long for a love like this
I been waiting so long for a love like this
Waiting so long, yeah (like this)
That's on my mama, yeah that's on the hood
You don't want no problems, I wish a bitch would
Tryna come between us, it won't end up good
You know I love you like no one else could
I'd go to hell and back for you
Bend over backwards, acrobats for you
Yeah, I'd go up to bat for you
Even when shit lookin' bad for you
I been waiting so long for a love like this
It's a feeling so strong I don't wanna resist
Like you can't do no wrong, got me losin' my shit
Gotta loosen my grip, no
F*ck that my baby you all mine
Greatest of all time
You better tell them hoes, "Fall in line"
I do not play about mine
You know this energy so right
Don't put up no fight
You know I never tell no lies
I want you for life
Don't, have me lookin' foolish
Don't, have me feelin' stupid
Choosey lover, you got me all tied up
Sometimes you just, you got me all fired up
I been waiting so long for a love like this
I been waiting so long for a love like this
I been waiting so long for a love like this
Waiting so long (so long)
Your lovin' can't be too much, for me too much
(We got London on the track)
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Jhene Aiko Chilombo, Kendall Roark Baily, Scott Spencer Storch, Summer Marjani Walker, London Tyler Holmes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nobody Else
Tell me what you see in me?
Gotta be, something different
You must be made for me, patience is everything
In and out, in and out, in and out
Arguing, trifling, difficult, maybe more
I don't know, know, why you love me? (Yeah)
You got it bad, you got it bad for me, babe
All those who tried, none of them can have this, babe
Nobody else but you
Nobody else could make this move
Nobody else had a clue
What I could do, what I could do
The right amount of love, right amount of trust, right amount of dick
Matter when it slappin' me up, would think that I'm throwin' a fit
Right amount of roles to play, the right amount of talkin' to me
Oh whoa, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, hey, oh, oh
Feel it in my heart, feel it my soul, feel it in my bod-
My body, feel that, I gotta ask you to know
I'll never fall out of love with you
With you, with you, with you, with you
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss
Baby, I'm trusting you, I'm trusting you, whoa
Fightin' on my mind, fightin' all my life for you
I'm trusting you, babe
I want this, I want this to work out so bad
God, I feel it in my chest day and night
I want this, I want this, yeah, yeah
I'll never fall out of love with you
With you, with you, with you, with you
Loyalty stay from you, ooh
Never ever have to come get you (you)
Get you, get you, (you) get you, get you
I, I, I love you, boy
I, yeah-yeah
Gotta be, something different
You must be made for me, patience is everything
In and out, in and out, in and out
Arguing, trifling, difficult, maybe more
I don't know, know, why you love me? (Yeah)
You got it bad, you got it bad for me, babe
All those who tried, none of them can have this, babe
Nobody else but you
Nobody else could make this move
Nobody else had a clue
What I could do, what I could do
The right amount of love, right amount of trust, right amount of dick
Matter when it slappin' me up, would think that I'm throwin' a fit
Right amount of roles to play, the right amount of talkin' to me
Oh whoa, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, hey, oh, oh
Feel it in my heart, feel it my soul, feel it in my bod-
My body, feel that, I gotta ask you to know
I'll never fall out of love with you
With you, with you, with you, with you
I don't wanna fight, I don't wanna fuss
Baby, I'm trusting you, I'm trusting you, whoa
Fightin' on my mind, fightin' all my life for you
I'm trusting you, babe
I want this, I want this to work out so bad
God, I feel it in my chest day and night
I want this, I want this, yeah, yeah
I'll never fall out of love with you
With you, with you, with you, with you
Loyalty stay from you, ooh
Never ever have to come get you (you)
Get you, get you, (you) get you, get you
I, I, I love you, boy
I, yeah-yeah
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Kendall Roark Baily, Steven A. Jordan, Summer Marjani Walker, London Tyler Holmes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Playing Games
Whip, bought it
Crib, got it
Job, on it
Did I ever
Ask you to take me to go
Shoppin' in Paris or go
Sailin' overseas and just
Drape me in Gucci? No
All I ever asked was you to
Pick up the phone when you alone
All I ever asked was you to
Show me some love, kisses and hugs
No, I never had an issue
Go to the club with your boys, baby, I
Never wanted you to stay too long
Just wanted you to show me off
So won't you say my name, say my name?
If you claim you want me
It ain't no thang
You actin' kinda shady
You ain't been callin' me baby, oh
Boy, you can go and stop playing games
Playing games
I know you say you hit my line
I'm on your mind, and that
You want this bad
So I'm cool with that
I'm just tryna match your words with your actions
I need more than satisfaction
Is you really 'bout that action?
Really wanna give your all
But flex in front of your friends
How that work?
Swear that you doin' the most
But we take a picture, can't post it
How that work?
Quit your talkin'
Back that shit up
Won't you say my, say my
So won't you say my name, say my name?
If you claim you want me
It ain't no thang
You actin' kinda shady
You ain't been callin' me baby, oh
Boy, you can go and stop playing games
Playing games
Games, games
Games (oh, games)
(We got London on da Track)
Crib, got it
Job, on it
Did I ever
Ask you to take me to go
Shoppin' in Paris or go
Sailin' overseas and just
Drape me in Gucci? No
All I ever asked was you to
Pick up the phone when you alone
All I ever asked was you to
Show me some love, kisses and hugs
No, I never had an issue
Go to the club with your boys, baby, I
Never wanted you to stay too long
Just wanted you to show me off
So won't you say my name, say my name?
If you claim you want me
It ain't no thang
You actin' kinda shady
You ain't been callin' me baby, oh
Boy, you can go and stop playing games
Playing games
I know you say you hit my line
I'm on your mind, and that
You want this bad
So I'm cool with that
I'm just tryna match your words with your actions
I need more than satisfaction
Is you really 'bout that action?
Really wanna give your all
But flex in front of your friends
How that work?
Swear that you doin' the most
But we take a picture, can't post it
How that work?
Quit your talkin'
Back that shit up
Won't you say my, say my
So won't you say my name, say my name?
If you claim you want me
It ain't no thang
You actin' kinda shady
You ain't been callin' me baby, oh
Boy, you can go and stop playing games
Playing games
Games, games
Games (oh, games)
(We got London on da Track)
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Cameron Griffin, Fred III Jerkins, Kelendria Trene Rowland, Kendall Roark Baily, Lashawn Daniels, Latavia Roberson, Letoya Nicole Luckett, London Holmes, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Girls Need Love
Honestly
Honestly, I'm tryna stay focused
You must think I've got to be joking when I say
I don't think I can wait
I just need it now
Better swing my way
I just need some dick
I just need some love
Tired of f*cking with these lame niggas
Baby, I just need a thug
Won't you be my plug, ayy
You could be the one, ayy
We could start with a handshake
Baby, I'ma need more than a hug
Girls can't never say they want it
Girls can't never say how
Girls can't never say they need it
Girls can't never say now
Girls can't never say they want it
Girls can't never say how
Girls can't never say they need it
Girls can't never say now, oh, now
Give it to me like you need it, baby
Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing
I don't need a reason, baby
I wanna take and find
I can give it to you right babe, oh
I wanna be your healing
I can be real good
Please don't get in your feelings
Ayy, I need some love
Ayy, I need some love
Ayy, I need some love
Ayy, and you can't judge
Girls need love too (yeah)
Girls, girls need love too
Girls need love (let me tell you something)
Girls need love (girls need loving too)
Girls need love too
Girls need love too (so what's a girl to do)
Girls need love too (when she needs loving too)
Girls, girls need love too
Honestly, I'm tryna stay focused
You must think I've got to be joking when I say
I don't think I can wait
I just need it now
Better swing my way
I just need some dick
I just need some love
Tired of f*cking with these lame niggas
Baby, I just need a thug
Won't you be my plug, ayy
You could be the one, ayy
We could start with a handshake
Baby, I'ma need more than a hug
Girls can't never say they want it
Girls can't never say how
Girls can't never say they need it
Girls can't never say now
Girls can't never say they want it
Girls can't never say how
Girls can't never say they need it
Girls can't never say now, oh, now
Give it to me like you need it, baby
Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing
I don't need a reason, baby
I wanna take and find
I can give it to you right babe, oh
I wanna be your healing
I can be real good
Please don't get in your feelings
Ayy, I need some love
Ayy, I need some love
Ayy, I need some love
Ayy, and you can't judge
Girls need love too (yeah)
Girls, girls need love too
Girls need love (let me tell you something)
Girls need love (girls need loving too)
Girls need love too
Girls need love too (so what's a girl to do)
Girls need love too (when she needs loving too)
Girls, girls need love too
Writer: Arsenio Archer, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Over It is the debut studio album by American singer Summer Walker. It was released on October 4, 2019, by LVRN and Interscope. It spawned the singles "Playing Games", "Stretch You Out", and "Come Thru". It also features the remix of Walker's "Girls Need Love" featuring Drake, and collaborations with Bryson Tiller, Usher, 6lack, PartyNextDoor, A Boogie wit da Hoodie and Jhené Aiko.
Most of the album was produced by Walker's then-boyfriend, London on da Track. Walker's First and Last Tour supported the album, starting late October 2019.
Performed By:
Summer WalkerMost of the album was produced by Walker's then-boyfriend, London on da Track. Walker's First and Last Tour supported the album, starting late October 2019.
Genre(s): R&B
Released: October 4th, 2019
Year: 2019