Released: November 20, 2020

Featuring: Lil Uzi Vert

Songwriter: Quay Global F a l l e n Lil Uzi Vert SAINt JHN

Producer: Quay Global F a l l e n

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay
Told Lee he'd be a millionaire

[Verse 1: SAINt JHN]
I'm eatin' large outside where the dealer is
I'm in the seat on the plane where the winners is
She ain't believe in love, just the benefits
I'm in the future, really I ain't tryna reminisce
Don't say you love me when you're only for percentages
Don't say you love me 'less you finish all my sentences
I'm only tellin' you my pain and my blemishes
Don't say you ridin' unless you ridin' on my enemies
I might change, but my nigga, I don't
Truth is, a nigga don't love, so why front?
In low lights, a nigga's gotta live the nights young
He gotta try some'
You gotta love somebody more than yourself, my love
Even if you need a little help, my love
Chanel black dresses for the stealth, my love
Feels so natural, never felt my love
It's toxic love and I don't know nobody else
Saved you a spot on the highway to Hell
You a whole movie, a whole fuckin' film
Sorta kinda like it, but I'm lyin'

[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Man, I'm sick of fallin' in love
I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of fuckin' it up
Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love
I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love
Done with my emotions

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Woah, every time I open my eyes, you're the first thing I see (I'm done with her emotions)
Wherever you at is the first place I wanna be
I been a rockstar, yeah (Hello?)
Foreign cars, I got too many foreign broads, yeah (Yeah)
Too much money, no, I done barely talk, yeah (Nah)
I don't mess up my shoes, I done barely walk, yeah (At all)
Inside is all red (All red), outside is so white though
Whip it up instead ('Stead), movin' all that white dope
I ain't talkin' 'bout the drugs, I'm talkin' 'bout the love
My pockets full of Crips, my pink diamonds they look like Bloods (Done with her emotions)
Uh, now how could I focus?

[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
Man, I'm sick of fallin' in love
I'm sick of my heart broken, I'm scared of fuckin' it up
Sleep with my eyes open, I'm scared of callin' it love
I'm scared of overdosin', I'm scared of fallin' in love
Done with my emotions

[Outro: SAINt JHN]
We came too close to the edge now
We almost died last night
This champagne laced in regret now, I relapse every time
Your heart too hard to protect now, it hurts to watch you cry
My feelings mixed up right now

SAINt JHN

Born in Brooklyn and of Guyanese descent, Carlos St. John Phillips grew up listening to a lot of Caribbean music. With his father absent, JHN tried his hand at drug dealing but didn’t like it. After this, he followed his older brother into rapping. He said of the experience, “my older brother felt like a father. He was only two years older than me so that was all I had. Whatever he would’ve done I was going to do.” In the beginnings of his music career he went by Carlos Saint John. He describes his earlier rapping style as more aggressive and less melodic than his current output. He also used this name for a brief time when he put rapping on hold to spend time writing songs for other artists. JHN has co-writing credits on songs like Usher’s 2016 hits “Crash” and “Rivals.”

He is part of a collective called GØDD COMPLEXx.