歌词
作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Hykeem Carter/Kayla Le/Teo Halm/Cydel Charles Young/Tobias Breuer/Burt Bacharach/Hal David/Bobby Caldwell/Norman Harris/Lonnie Lynn/Bruce Malament/James Yancey/Teddy Danso Sarpong
[Chorus: Baby Keem]
You used to call my phone on a friday night
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yeah
You always called my phone on a friday night (Night)
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over
[Post-Chorus: Momo Boyd]
Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don't you love letting out a good cry, baby?
I ain't coming home on a friday night
I'm all good, my hips still wine
Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don't you love letting out a— cry?
I ain't coming home on a friday night
I'm all good, my hips still wine
[Chorus: Baby Keem]
You was almost like my safe haven, but you ended up actin' up, baby
Barely together even you always playin'
Now you hatin' 'cause what these bitches be sayin'
Like, I ain't never took you on vacation, what gets me, they stay hatin'
It's crazy 'cause you had everythin', that ain't chasin'
Like, someone you can call on, a place you can call home until it went all wrong
Shawty, you on one
[Chorus: Baby Keem]
You used to call my phone on a friday night
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yeah
You always called my phone on a friday night (Night)
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over
[Post-Chorus: Momo Boyd]
Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don't you love letting out a good cry, baby?
I ain't coming home on a friday night
I'm all good, my hips still wine
Don't you love a good flirt with a stranger?
Don't you love letting out a— cry?
I ain't coming home on a friday night
I'm all good, my hips still wine
[Verse: Kendrick Lamar, SAILORR, & Baby Keem]
I never knew a luh-luh-luh, a love like this
Flood your contour, make you blush like this
**** a friendzone when you hug like this
Nibble on your ear, touch your butt like this
We're just like this
If God's a girl then in God we trust like this
To be honest niggas love too
Shit, I gots up with my bitch like I'm Young Thug too
Dumb lungs on you, spun the hairbun loose
Right and wrongs, 'til they come with royalties and pub too
Where you at? At the house with it watchin' Sinners
Who you with? On the couch with my favorite sinner
**** that bitch I was about to, but you convinced us, should I decorate her walls or log off to Pinterest?
Uh, never too late to meditate on emotion or attachments
Even if I fall short from my distractions
I been missin' your booty, lovin' on your booty
Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty
Remember me? Iceberg jeans or the Trueys
Duckworth, you know, street smart, but I'm goofy
Wait, you must've got a platinum record in the coochie
I got a platinum plaque in the coochie
Let me see your booty, lovin' on your booty
Kissin' on your booty, crushin' on your booty
[Chorus: Baby Keem]
You used to call my phone on a friday night
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over, yeah
You always called my phone on a friday night (Night)
It's been over twice, it's been over, we've been over