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Lyrics
Thinkin bout you
Dreamin bout us in a coupe
Sweet color like some fruit
Hey baby hey baby why don’t you come through
Don’t hit me with the bad news
Cuz You haven’t been answering my calls
Demons holdin my throat like a noose
I’m scrambling tryna find my doom
I’m trippin but not off the shrooms
Not carti I love you I hate you
I would’ve died for you
But girls don’t care about that
She no celebrity but I was her fan
Can’t believe she loves her new man
Cuz she ain’t say it to me
No more crying I’m too high to breath
You used to sex talk now you ignorin me
You said you loved him now I see you hurting
He left you same as you did to me
Everyone hell to me
I’m antisocial
Everyone so predictable
Thinkin bout you
Dreamin bout us in a coupe
Sweet color like some fruit
Hey baby hey baby why don’t you come through
Hey baby hey baby why don’t you come through
Hey baby hey baby why don’t you come through
Thinkin bout you
Dreamin bout us in a coupe
Sweet color like some fruit
Details
GeneratedJun 11, 2025
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Contemporary R&B, black male vocals, singing heart out, romantic, sexy, vibey, bass guitar, rap
Credits
Prompt by
i_aint_lulu
i_aint_luluModelAria v4
