Damn right, we take turns being wrong
I get real accountable when I'm alone
I get real about it all when I'm alone
It's so crazy missin' you when I get on
Don Julio made me a fool for you
And now I might hit your phone up
With that ra-ra-ra, missin' my da-da-da
Missin' that ah-ah-ah (ah, ah)
All of this love is toxic
All of this love is toxic
All these kisses and hugs is knock shit
You a damn drug, you're toxic
Uh, all the sex on replay
Run it back like a DJ
Surfin' on your face while you eat that
Tryna make a bad bitch behave, no
I was this way for you
Put the pussy away for you
Thinkin' I would wait for you
And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you
And now I might hit your phone up
With that ra-ra-ra, missin' my da-da-da
Missin' that ah-ah-ah (ah, ah)
And all of this love is toxic
All of this love is toxic
All these kisses and hugs is knock shit
You a damn drug, you're toxic
Problematic (yeah)
You know that dick always been problematic (yeah)
Somehow I'm always caught in your dramatics
All in your acrobatics
You know I want the static
Tell me to throw it backwards (ooh) uh
And that damn Don Julio made me a fool for you
And I still hit your phone up
With that ra-ra-ra, missin' my da-da-da
Missin' that ah-ah-ah (ah, ah, ooh, yeah)
All of this love is toxic
All of this love is toxic
All these kisses and hugs is knock shit (take turns being wrong)
You a damn drug, you're toxic
Kehlani - It Was Good Until It Wasn't Album Lyrics
Kehlani - It Was Good Until It Wasn't Lyrics
Writer: Keegan Bach, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Ryan Alex Martinez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Can I
This shit's so good, should be illegal
Need round two, I need a sequel
Hit the backboard like a free throw
You next level, you a cheat code
In so deep, you hit my seafloor
Got me singing like Alicia
Got me using all your lingo
Tell your girlfriend that you single
Call me over 'cause I go hard
Sweet lil' bih, f*ck like a pornstar
Next day, act just like your road dog
Bitches askin' how you know her
Head game stupid, baby loca
Too loud, callate la boca
Out this world, you supernova
F*ck that, I am coming over
Can I come over?
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you) tonight?
Can I stop by to see you? (Tonight)
We both on fire, love the teamwork
Leave with juices on your t-shirt
Loud and clear, no need for reverb
Tell the Uber driver revert
Flip that bitch and make a u-turn
Sextape crazy, need the bloopers
Last so long, bae, you a trooper
Sniper gang, no Bradley Cooper
Hi, I'm Hell, it's nice to meet ya
Know you f*ckin' with a demon
Do 'bout anything to please ya
Cum inside me, I'm a keeper
Want me to make you a senior?
Never been that hard to read ya
When we done, you say, "I need ya"
I done made you a believer
Can I come over?
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you) tonight?
Can I stop by to see you? (Tonight)
Shawty, you know you can always stop by
You top five and no, you're not five
And not four, three, or two, but one, girl
I'm hot now, wanna see what's under
The access easy in a sundress
Your accent's leaking on my tongue, yes
You're badder than the song that's sang from Mike Jack
I made you cum and you came right back
You calling me up on a late night
I got you leaking like a brake pipe
Swimming in your sea, just like a diver
I'm in it, just creeping like a Great White
And I might f*ck you in your own car
You ride my face just like a pornstar
I'm in it so deep, just caught a broke jaw
And I just want one thing, that's a phone call
Can I come over? (Can I come over?)
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you) tonight?
Can I (oh) stop by to see you? (Tonight)
Can I
Can I
See you, see you, see you?
See you, see you, see you?
Need round two, I need a sequel
Hit the backboard like a free throw
You next level, you a cheat code
In so deep, you hit my seafloor
Got me singing like Alicia
Got me using all your lingo
Tell your girlfriend that you single
Call me over 'cause I go hard
Sweet lil' bih, f*ck like a pornstar
Next day, act just like your road dog
Bitches askin' how you know her
Head game stupid, baby loca
Too loud, callate la boca
Out this world, you supernova
F*ck that, I am coming over
Can I come over?
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you) tonight?
Can I stop by to see you? (Tonight)
We both on fire, love the teamwork
Leave with juices on your t-shirt
Loud and clear, no need for reverb
Tell the Uber driver revert
Flip that bitch and make a u-turn
Sextape crazy, need the bloopers
Last so long, bae, you a trooper
Sniper gang, no Bradley Cooper
Hi, I'm Hell, it's nice to meet ya
Know you f*ckin' with a demon
Do 'bout anything to please ya
Cum inside me, I'm a keeper
Want me to make you a senior?
Never been that hard to read ya
When we done, you say, "I need ya"
I done made you a believer
Can I come over?
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you) tonight?
Can I stop by to see you? (Tonight)
Shawty, you know you can always stop by
You top five and no, you're not five
And not four, three, or two, but one, girl
I'm hot now, wanna see what's under
The access easy in a sundress
Your accent's leaking on my tongue, yes
You're badder than the song that's sang from Mike Jack
I made you cum and you came right back
You calling me up on a late night
I got you leaking like a brake pipe
Swimming in your sea, just like a diver
I'm in it, just creeping like a Great White
And I might f*ck you in your own car
You ride my face just like a pornstar
I'm in it so deep, just caught a broke jaw
And I just want one thing, that's a phone call
Can I come over? (Can I come over?)
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you) tonight?
Can I (oh) stop by to see you? (Tonight)
Can I
Can I
See you, see you, see you?
See you, see you, see you?
Writer: Andrew Wansel, Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Daniel Klein, Daystar Peterson, Jacob Brian Dutton, Johnta Austin, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Kevin Hicks, Matt Campfield, Phalon Anton Alexander, Samuel Wishkoski
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bad News
I watched you turn yourself to a made man
All the little things that made you
You can count the ways that I stayed down
Can't nobody tell me I ain't true
Take a little time from the wild out
You could slow the time down with me, babe
With me, babe
All I want you to know
Is I care, you best believe I care
You're out there, don't wanna be out there
No way, you wanna be right here
Like always, so when I'm here, I make you wanna
Give all that shit up
Make you wanna give all that shit up
Make you wanna spend that time on us
Make you wanna give all that shit up
Make you wanna leave that world behind
Make you wanna see your name on mine
Make you wanna give all that shit up
Make you wanna give all that shit up
All that shit up
Don't wanna get no call with no bad news
I know all the stories from your tattoos
If they with the shit, then you with that too
If they with the shit, you with the
Oh, oh, take your time away from the bullshit
Just be on some cool shit with me, babe
With me, babe (no)
And all I want you to know
Is I'm here, if no one else, I'm here
Right here, I'm never scared, no fear
No way, when you're with me, you're safe (oh, oh)
Like always, so let it fade and just go 'head and
Give all that shit up (give all that shit up)
Make you wanna give all that shit up (oh, oh, oh)
Make you wanna spend that time on us (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make you wanna give all that shit up (give all that shit up)
Make you wanna leave that world behind (no, oh, ooh)
Make you wanna see your name on mine (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Make you wanna give all that shit up (woo-ooh)
Make you wanna give all that shit up
All that shit up (oh)
Ooh, nah, nah, oh, ooh, nah, nah, ayy, yeah
Nah, oh, nah, nah, no
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Ooh, ooh
All the little things that made you
You can count the ways that I stayed down
Can't nobody tell me I ain't true
Take a little time from the wild out
You could slow the time down with me, babe
With me, babe
All I want you to know
Is I care, you best believe I care
You're out there, don't wanna be out there
No way, you wanna be right here
Like always, so when I'm here, I make you wanna
Give all that shit up
Make you wanna give all that shit up
Make you wanna spend that time on us
Make you wanna give all that shit up
Make you wanna leave that world behind
Make you wanna see your name on mine
Make you wanna give all that shit up
Make you wanna give all that shit up
All that shit up
Don't wanna get no call with no bad news
I know all the stories from your tattoos
If they with the shit, then you with that too
If they with the shit, you with the
Oh, oh, take your time away from the bullshit
Just be on some cool shit with me, babe
With me, babe (no)
And all I want you to know
Is I'm here, if no one else, I'm here
Right here, I'm never scared, no fear
No way, when you're with me, you're safe (oh, oh)
Like always, so let it fade and just go 'head and
Give all that shit up (give all that shit up)
Make you wanna give all that shit up (oh, oh, oh)
Make you wanna spend that time on us (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make you wanna give all that shit up (give all that shit up)
Make you wanna leave that world behind (no, oh, ooh)
Make you wanna see your name on mine (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Make you wanna give all that shit up (woo-ooh)
Make you wanna give all that shit up
All that shit up (oh)
Ooh, nah, nah, oh, ooh, nah, nah, ayy, yeah
Nah, oh, nah, nah, no
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Ooh, ooh
Writer: Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Jahaan Akil Sweet
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Real Hot Girl Skit
See, this the best motherf*cking pussy
A nigga ever had in his motherf*ckin' life
This the type of pussy that make a nigga not even think twice
This nigga run into this pussy so fast
You woulda thought the motherf*cking police
Was chasing after his ass, alright?
I don't even be asking for shit
The nigga just asks to pick me up some shit
He just wanna go buy me shit
The pussy so motherf*cking good, alright?
Ah
A nigga ever had in his motherf*ckin' life
This the type of pussy that make a nigga not even think twice
This nigga run into this pussy so fast
You woulda thought the motherf*cking police
Was chasing after his ass, alright?
I don't even be asking for shit
The nigga just asks to pick me up some shit
He just wanna go buy me shit
The pussy so motherf*cking good, alright?
Ah
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Water
Swimming with a Pisces every night
Ain't really that deep, but he deep inside
Head like a Scorpio
Shy like a Cancer, water all in them planets
He said, "I wanna undress you
I wanna impress you, but I ain't gon' press you
I wanna undo the things I said before"
Damn, I ain't been this wet in years
Water, water
Water, water
Water, water
Water, water
It's the way you drink it all like you're thirsty
Tie me up, pin me down, show no mercy (ah-ah)
Nibble on it, kissing it like a Hershey (muah)
You could be the boss, I'll let you work me
I'll let you finish on the tat', it says tsunami
Bust down on your future baby mommy (bust down)
Uh, f*ckin' in the whip, top off (ayy)
Do a quick dick drop off (drop off)
Guess your old bitch is all talk
I ain't never seen it on soft
Goddamn, I wanna undress you
I wanna impress you, but I ain't gon' stress you
I wanna undo the things I said before
Damn, I ain't been this wet in years
Water, water (ooh, water)
Water (water), water
Water (like), water (like water)
Water (uh-huh), water
Water, water
Water, water
Water, water
Water, water
Ain't really that deep, but he deep inside
Head like a Scorpio
Shy like a Cancer, water all in them planets
He said, "I wanna undress you
I wanna impress you, but I ain't gon' press you
I wanna undo the things I said before"
Damn, I ain't been this wet in years
Water, water
Water, water
Water, water
Water, water
It's the way you drink it all like you're thirsty
Tie me up, pin me down, show no mercy (ah-ah)
Nibble on it, kissing it like a Hershey (muah)
You could be the boss, I'll let you work me
I'll let you finish on the tat', it says tsunami
Bust down on your future baby mommy (bust down)
Uh, f*ckin' in the whip, top off (ayy)
Do a quick dick drop off (drop off)
Guess your old bitch is all talk
I ain't never seen it on soft
Goddamn, I wanna undress you
I wanna impress you, but I ain't gon' stress you
I wanna undo the things I said before
Damn, I ain't been this wet in years
Water, water (ooh, water)
Water (water), water
Water (like), water (like water)
Water (uh-huh), water
Water, water
Water, water
Water, water
Water, water
Writer: Alex Ben-Abdallah, Dan Foster, Destin Conrad, India Perkins, Kehlani Parrish
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Change Your Life
I heard that you a gang-gang-gangsta
Not one to try to sa-sa-save her
Always focus on your paper
Don't got time to wager with your heart
I'm tryin' to switch up your cadence
Book flights and vaca-ca-cations
Tequila and rela-la-lations
Kissin' on new places, oh whoa
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna see (everything)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life
You oughta be (everything)
You oughta be anything (anything)
Baby, I can make you right
You wanna see (everything)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna be (everything)
You wanna be anything (anything)
You could be anything, everything (yeah)
I'm not sayin' that you incomplete, but
Just imagine what we'd be if we became one
You deserve someone that'll take you to another level
Let me put you on
You've got so much potential, I really am f*ckin' with you
Just open your heart
I'm tryna get you right, take you to the other side
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna see (ooh, whoa)
That you can be anything you want
Baby, let me change your life
You oughta be (oughta be)
You oughta be anything (anything, yeah)
Baby, I can make you right (ooh, whoa)
You wanna see (I see)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life (let me)
You wanna be (if you wanna be)
You wanna be anything
You could be anything, everything
Look, wanna be a lover? I can teach you love, yeah
Wanna be a hubby? You can wife me up (yeah)
Wanna be a chef? Go on and spice it up
Wanna be a boxer? Beat it up, don't ever need no glove
Wanna retire, different bitches your lifestyle
Used-to-be models, IG honeys all shaped like bottles
But now you seein' that it's more than body, face, and smile (yeah)
You see me, and you look beyond it, you feel inspired (yeah)
I'm here to excel with you
Here to break bread with you
Here to travel the world and sleep in different beds with you
Here to make revenue
Know it's impressin' you
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna see (everything)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life
You oughta be (everything)
You oughta be anything (anything)
Baby, I can make you right
You wanna see (everything)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna be (anything)
You wanna be anything (anything, wanna be)
You could be anything, everything
Not one to try to sa-sa-save her
Always focus on your paper
Don't got time to wager with your heart
I'm tryin' to switch up your cadence
Book flights and vaca-ca-cations
Tequila and rela-la-lations
Kissin' on new places, oh whoa
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna see (everything)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life
You oughta be (everything)
You oughta be anything (anything)
Baby, I can make you right
You wanna see (everything)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna be (everything)
You wanna be anything (anything)
You could be anything, everything (yeah)
I'm not sayin' that you incomplete, but
Just imagine what we'd be if we became one
You deserve someone that'll take you to another level
Let me put you on
You've got so much potential, I really am f*ckin' with you
Just open your heart
I'm tryna get you right, take you to the other side
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna see (ooh, whoa)
That you can be anything you want
Baby, let me change your life
You oughta be (oughta be)
You oughta be anything (anything, yeah)
Baby, I can make you right (ooh, whoa)
You wanna see (I see)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life (let me)
You wanna be (if you wanna be)
You wanna be anything
You could be anything, everything
Look, wanna be a lover? I can teach you love, yeah
Wanna be a hubby? You can wife me up (yeah)
Wanna be a chef? Go on and spice it up
Wanna be a boxer? Beat it up, don't ever need no glove
Wanna retire, different bitches your lifestyle
Used-to-be models, IG honeys all shaped like bottles
But now you seein' that it's more than body, face, and smile (yeah)
You see me, and you look beyond it, you feel inspired (yeah)
I'm here to excel with you
Here to break bread with you
Here to travel the world and sleep in different beds with you
Here to make revenue
Know it's impressin' you
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna see (everything)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life
You oughta be (everything)
You oughta be anything (anything)
Baby, I can make you right
You wanna see (everything)
That you can be anything you want (anything)
Baby, let me change your life
You wanna be (anything)
You wanna be anything (anything, wanna be)
You could be anything, everything
Writer: Alex Niceforo, Andrew Wansel, Kehlani Parrish, Keith Sorrells, Warren Felder
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Belong To The Streets Skit
Always got a different nigga though, bruh, like, we get it (yeah)
She always got a different nigga? (Ayy, look, ayy)
Y'all got a problem with her always having a different nigga?
It just be so fast
It's-it's your business?
I don't got a, I don't got a problem with it
It's your business? It's your business? Is this your business?
I don't got, I don't got a problem with it, I'm just saying, though
It just be so fast
I mean she be, she make it our business by posting that shit everywhere
I mean
She should've never asked me about Halsey when she don't even talk to me (hahaha)
Now it's everybody's business, this shit public business now
All I'm saying is, all I'm saying is
It's not even her business no more, it's all our business
So, so basically you saying she don't belong to these niggas
She belong to the streets?
To the streets
She always got a different nigga? (Ayy, look, ayy)
Y'all got a problem with her always having a different nigga?
It just be so fast
It's-it's your business?
I don't got a, I don't got a problem with it
It's your business? It's your business? Is this your business?
I don't got, I don't got a problem with it, I'm just saying, though
It just be so fast
I mean she be, she make it our business by posting that shit everywhere
I mean
She should've never asked me about Halsey when she don't even talk to me (hahaha)
Now it's everybody's business, this shit public business now
All I'm saying is, all I'm saying is
It's not even her business no more, it's all our business
So, so basically you saying she don't belong to these niggas
She belong to the streets?
To the streets
Writer: Albert Watts, Anthony Creer, Gibran Garcia, Jassmyn Fowlkes, Serak Mehari
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Everybody Business
I ain't never been a half-ass lover
Rather lay out on the train tracks for ya
Hit the pavement for ya
Make a statement
And you ain't never had to ask for that
It's included in the packagin'
And I was made like that
I came like that
I paid for that
You ain't never have to pay me back
Can't make me feel bad for nothin'
Don't make me feel bad for lovin'
At my big ol' age
I can't be fazed
By what you mistake as goin' insane
Like I'm just movin' all wild
F*ckin' all wild, runnin' my mouth
Like I'm throwin' it back
Givin' it up when I'm in town
I hear every word they talk
Tried not to care at all
I know it's frontin'
Don't know me from nothin'
Still learnin' to shake it off
I know I can take it all
I know they frontin'
You know they frontin', bae, yeah, uh
So if you hear that rah-rah-rah about me
Talkin' all out the side of they mouth about me
I beg you, don't listen
I beg you, just hear me
Believe me
Trust you can see through it all
Believe through it all
Breathe through it all (all)
Our backs against the wall
We rise and we fall, oh
At my big ol' age
I can't be fazed
By what you mistake as goin' insane
Like I'm just movin' all wild
F*ckin' all wild, runnin' my mouth
Like I'm throwin' it back
Givin' it up when I'm in town
I hear every word they talk
Tried not to care at all
I know it's frontin'
Don't know me from nothin'
Still learnin' to shake it off
I know I can take it all
I know it's frontin'
You know they frontin', bae, yeah
Rather lay out on the train tracks for ya
Hit the pavement for ya
Make a statement
And you ain't never had to ask for that
It's included in the packagin'
And I was made like that
I came like that
I paid for that
You ain't never have to pay me back
Can't make me feel bad for nothin'
Don't make me feel bad for lovin'
At my big ol' age
I can't be fazed
By what you mistake as goin' insane
Like I'm just movin' all wild
F*ckin' all wild, runnin' my mouth
Like I'm throwin' it back
Givin' it up when I'm in town
I hear every word they talk
Tried not to care at all
I know it's frontin'
Don't know me from nothin'
Still learnin' to shake it off
I know I can take it all
I know they frontin'
You know they frontin', bae, yeah, uh
So if you hear that rah-rah-rah about me
Talkin' all out the side of they mouth about me
I beg you, don't listen
I beg you, just hear me
Believe me
Trust you can see through it all
Believe through it all
Breathe through it all (all)
Our backs against the wall
We rise and we fall, oh
At my big ol' age
I can't be fazed
By what you mistake as goin' insane
Like I'm just movin' all wild
F*ckin' all wild, runnin' my mouth
Like I'm throwin' it back
Givin' it up when I'm in town
I hear every word they talk
Tried not to care at all
I know it's frontin'
Don't know me from nothin'
Still learnin' to shake it off
I know I can take it all
I know it's frontin'
You know they frontin', bae, yeah
Writer: Carlos Munoz, Chad Hugo, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Kevin Andre Price, Pharrell L. Williams, Shawn C. Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hate The Club
Tired of going out, scared I'll run into you
All of these whereabouts, what is a girl to do?
Say no to everything I'm invited to
And I can't do that, no
I be in the section dolo, baby, oh
Working on self control, oh baby, no, oh
Finna get antisocial, no, yeah
Damn, you know I hate the club
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up
Maybe if I drank enough
I'll make my way over to ya
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh, oh)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up
Maybe if I drank enough (oh, oh, drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya (I hate the club)
Your homegirl told me you would be here, uh
Besides you, ain't no one to see here
It's a Saturday, shoppin' in LA
Yeah, that's your shit
On the second floor, with your pants down low
Hanging off your hips
I walked out the section, dolo baby, oh
Lost all my self control, oh baby, oh, oh
You wanna get antisocial, baby?
We could head home, baby
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh, oh)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up
Maybe if I drank enough (oh, oh, drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh, oh, I hate the club, oh woah)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up
(I came 'cause I knew you would show up)
Maybe if I drank enough (drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya (I hate the club)
Order another round and round and round
DJ saying my name
DJ shouting me out
Order another round and round and round
Drunk when I call you Monet
Beggin' you to walk me out
(Say) say you miss me, well, I need proof
I came all this way to see you
Every word you say is see-through (oh)
You be lying, baby, me too
(Would) would have to be with you to cheat you
You're a Taurus, let me feed you
So important, I still need you
Tired of going out, scared I'll run into you
(Tired of going out, scared I'll run into you)
Said I'm tired of going out, scared I'll run into you
(Tired of going out, scared I'll run into you)
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh woah, oh, oh, oh, oh no)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up (uh)
Maybe if I drank enough (oh, oh, drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh, oh, hate the club, ooh)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up (show up)
Maybe if I drank enough
(Maybe if I drank enough, oh woah, drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya (I hate the club)
All of these whereabouts, what is a girl to do?
Say no to everything I'm invited to
And I can't do that, no
I be in the section dolo, baby, oh
Working on self control, oh baby, no, oh
Finna get antisocial, no, yeah
Damn, you know I hate the club
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up
Maybe if I drank enough
I'll make my way over to ya
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh, oh)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up
Maybe if I drank enough (oh, oh, drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya (I hate the club)
Your homegirl told me you would be here, uh
Besides you, ain't no one to see here
It's a Saturday, shoppin' in LA
Yeah, that's your shit
On the second floor, with your pants down low
Hanging off your hips
I walked out the section, dolo baby, oh
Lost all my self control, oh baby, oh, oh
You wanna get antisocial, baby?
We could head home, baby
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh, oh)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up
Maybe if I drank enough (oh, oh, drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh, oh, I hate the club, oh woah)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up
(I came 'cause I knew you would show up)
Maybe if I drank enough (drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya (I hate the club)
Order another round and round and round
DJ saying my name
DJ shouting me out
Order another round and round and round
Drunk when I call you Monet
Beggin' you to walk me out
(Say) say you miss me, well, I need proof
I came all this way to see you
Every word you say is see-through (oh)
You be lying, baby, me too
(Would) would have to be with you to cheat you
You're a Taurus, let me feed you
So important, I still need you
Tired of going out, scared I'll run into you
(Tired of going out, scared I'll run into you)
Said I'm tired of going out, scared I'll run into you
(Tired of going out, scared I'll run into you)
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh woah, oh, oh, oh, oh no)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up (uh)
Maybe if I drank enough (oh, oh, drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya
Damn, you know I hate the club (oh, oh, hate the club, ooh)
But I came 'cause I knew you'd show up (show up)
Maybe if I drank enough
(Maybe if I drank enough, oh woah, drank enough, drank enough)
I'll make my way over to ya (I hate the club)
Writer: Jahaan Akil Sweet, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Micah Davis, Yussef Dayes
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Serial Lover
I think I'm addicted to romance
Showing my whole hands
Laying my cards out flat
I say, wear my heart on my sleeve
If you f*ckin' with me
Anything I'll ever take back
I think I should be single
For a while
It's getting a little wild
Know when to slow down
Probably best I'm single (uh)
To get in my zone now
To stay in my zone, oh
Lord knows
My intentions are pure and my heart full of gold, oh
Lord knows
My intentions are pure, but my habits are cold
Love hard, f*ck harder
Serial lover, serial lover
Love hard, f*ck harder
Serial lover, need to recover
I got bodies I'ma take to the grave
I got girls I wanna give my last name
No regrets, don't got no shame
Playin' no games, playin' my way
Only wake me up if you can take that shit
Understand you're entering at your own risk
I want those nights I won't forget
Nights I can't run back with people I won't miss
Oh, why? Lord knows (Lord knows)
My intentions are pure and my heart full of gold
Oh, Lord knows
My intentions are pure, but my habits are cold
Love hard, f*ck harder
Serial lover, serial lover
Love hard, f*ck harder
Serial lover, need to recover
I got bodies I'ma take to the grave
I got girls I wanna give my last name
No regrets, don't got no shame
Playin' no games, playin' my way
Showing my whole hands
Laying my cards out flat
I say, wear my heart on my sleeve
If you f*ckin' with me
Anything I'll ever take back
I think I should be single
For a while
It's getting a little wild
Know when to slow down
Probably best I'm single (uh)
To get in my zone now
To stay in my zone, oh
Lord knows
My intentions are pure and my heart full of gold, oh
Lord knows
My intentions are pure, but my habits are cold
Love hard, f*ck harder
Serial lover, serial lover
Love hard, f*ck harder
Serial lover, need to recover
I got bodies I'ma take to the grave
I got girls I wanna give my last name
No regrets, don't got no shame
Playin' no games, playin' my way
Only wake me up if you can take that shit
Understand you're entering at your own risk
I want those nights I won't forget
Nights I can't run back with people I won't miss
Oh, why? Lord knows (Lord knows)
My intentions are pure and my heart full of gold
Oh, Lord knows
My intentions are pure, but my habits are cold
Love hard, f*ck harder
Serial lover, serial lover
Love hard, f*ck harder
Serial lover, need to recover
I got bodies I'ma take to the grave
I got girls I wanna give my last name
No regrets, don't got no shame
Playin' no games, playin' my way
Writer: Jahan Sweet, Johann Deterville, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Matthew Samuels, Michael Samuels, Vianey Emmanuel Mfuamba
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
F&MU
We both know it's never really goodbye
I swear it's like we do this all the time, yeah
That shit be turnin' me on, I cannot lie, lie
And can't nobody else do that for me
Know I make it hard to ignore me
Got the attitude, then put it on me
Put it on me, yeah
"I hate you" turns into
"I love you" in the bedroom
We f*ck and make up like it's Maybelline
We do petty things
Then mess up the sheets, yeah
You be runnin' back once we let it go
I already know
Did it time before (Oh)
We just f*ck and make up like it's Maybelline (Woo)
We do petty things (Ooh)
Then mess up the sheets
Can't lie, the sex fire when you in your feels (Woo)
Spice it up a little (Ooh)
Yeah, you know the drill (Know the drill)
Damn, it's so good, I might have to piss you off
I might have to cause a scene just so you can take it off
You handle it different when you really get to trippin'
And I miss it when you hit it like that, that, that
Ain't no cap, cap, cap
I make you mad, mad, mad
Why I gotta f*ck you up to make you f*ck like that?
Pickin' fights so you can put it down like that
Get in your bag like that, yeah
"I hate you" turns into
"I love you" in the bedroom
We f*ck and make up like it's Maybelline (Ooh)
We do petty things
Then mess up the sheets, yeah
You be runnin' back once we let it go
I already know (Already know)
Did it time before
We just f*ck and make up like it's Maybelline (Woo)
We do petty things (Ooh)
Then mess up the sheets
Can't lie, the sex fire fire when you in your feels (Woo)
Spice it up a little (Ooh)
Yeah, you know the drill (Know the drill)
I swear it's like we do this all the time, yeah
That shit be turnin' me on, I cannot lie, lie
And can't nobody else do that for me
Know I make it hard to ignore me
Got the attitude, then put it on me
Put it on me, yeah
"I hate you" turns into
"I love you" in the bedroom
We f*ck and make up like it's Maybelline
We do petty things
Then mess up the sheets, yeah
You be runnin' back once we let it go
I already know
Did it time before (Oh)
We just f*ck and make up like it's Maybelline (Woo)
We do petty things (Ooh)
Then mess up the sheets
Can't lie, the sex fire when you in your feels (Woo)
Spice it up a little (Ooh)
Yeah, you know the drill (Know the drill)
Damn, it's so good, I might have to piss you off
I might have to cause a scene just so you can take it off
You handle it different when you really get to trippin'
And I miss it when you hit it like that, that, that
Ain't no cap, cap, cap
I make you mad, mad, mad
Why I gotta f*ck you up to make you f*ck like that?
Pickin' fights so you can put it down like that
Get in your bag like that, yeah
"I hate you" turns into
"I love you" in the bedroom
We f*ck and make up like it's Maybelline (Ooh)
We do petty things
Then mess up the sheets, yeah
You be runnin' back once we let it go
I already know (Already know)
Did it time before
We just f*ck and make up like it's Maybelline (Woo)
We do petty things (Ooh)
Then mess up the sheets
Can't lie, the sex fire fire when you in your feels (Woo)
Spice it up a little (Ooh)
Yeah, you know the drill (Know the drill)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Can You Blame Me
I need you here, my safe haven (safe)
Rather go at it, then not speak at all
How you made me feel is dangerous
Oh, you know
I would rather argue than me sleep alone
Rather call you out than no one call my phone
Hold my grudge instead of havin' none to hold, none to hold
'Cause you made me fall in it
Yeah, you're the reason I got a weakness, oh, no
You drive me crazy, still that's my baby
Can't get enough of you
Baby, it's somethin' that you do
Can't get enough of you
Baby, it's somethin' that you do
Say it umpteen times
You think I'ma leave, but I'm never gonna jump sides
We been on a rough ride
Still ride shawty with a nigga through the long nights
And it's always two rights
Playin' games with our hands tied
Who else can I confide in?
Don't want a war tryna win a fight, and yeah, you got it
Cover my phone up
Hopin' you decide to just show up
Rather say it all to your face
I rather we act like grown ups
Sometimes I block all your calls
You start hittin' my girls up
Talkin' 'bout, "Where's my baby?"
And that's when I soften up
Yeah, you know
I would rather argue than me sleep alone
Rather call you out than no one call my phone
Hold my grudge instead of havin' none to hold, none to hold
'Cause you made me fall in it
Yeah, you're the reason I got a weakness, oh, no
You drive me crazy, still that's my baby
Can't get enough of you
Baby, it's somethin' that you do
Can't get enough of you
Baby, it's somethin' that you do
You're the only one for me, only one for me, oh
Only one for me, only one for me, yeah
Only one for me, only one for me, oh
Rather go at it, then not speak at all
How you made me feel is dangerous
Oh, you know
I would rather argue than me sleep alone
Rather call you out than no one call my phone
Hold my grudge instead of havin' none to hold, none to hold
'Cause you made me fall in it
Yeah, you're the reason I got a weakness, oh, no
You drive me crazy, still that's my baby
Can't get enough of you
Baby, it's somethin' that you do
Can't get enough of you
Baby, it's somethin' that you do
Say it umpteen times
You think I'ma leave, but I'm never gonna jump sides
We been on a rough ride
Still ride shawty with a nigga through the long nights
And it's always two rights
Playin' games with our hands tied
Who else can I confide in?
Don't want a war tryna win a fight, and yeah, you got it
Cover my phone up
Hopin' you decide to just show up
Rather say it all to your face
I rather we act like grown ups
Sometimes I block all your calls
You start hittin' my girls up
Talkin' 'bout, "Where's my baby?"
And that's when I soften up
Yeah, you know
I would rather argue than me sleep alone
Rather call you out than no one call my phone
Hold my grudge instead of havin' none to hold, none to hold
'Cause you made me fall in it
Yeah, you're the reason I got a weakness, oh, no
You drive me crazy, still that's my baby
Can't get enough of you
Baby, it's somethin' that you do
Can't get enough of you
Baby, it's somethin' that you do
You're the only one for me, only one for me, oh
Only one for me, only one for me, yeah
Only one for me, only one for me, oh
Writer: Andrew Wansel, Daniel Klein, David Brown, Dustin Bowie, Kehlani Parrish, Matt Campfield, Michael MacGregor, Nija Aisha-Alayja Charles, Samuel Wishkoski
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Grieving
Askin' for space, I give my leg for it
I've reached a point, it's like I beg for it
I give my sweat and tears, damn, I bled for it
No one would bet that you would lose me like that
No one would guess I had the strength to fall back
Now all I want is peace and quiet
For peace of mind, yeah
Need some time, yeah, yeah
While I'm grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
I'm still grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
The option was to stay and ride
Or to let it die
I picked a side, now I'm just grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
You just can't slow it down, drink too much, can't pour it out
It's a merry-go-round from sun-up to sundown
You want me to stay here, mother all your sons now
This shit ain't no fun now, I just think it's funny how
Funny how you made me feel that
Turn around and made me feel bad
Name a bitch patient like that
Name a bitch to cater like that
Now all I want is peace and quiet
For peace of mind, yeah
Need some time, yeah, yeah
While I'm grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
I'm still grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
Well, I can understand how you
Would be attracted to me
Me, an ashtray for your habits
You, a moon to my sea
Well, me, the juice to your squeeze
And you, a stone I would keep
In the best room of the palace
And pretend it could weep
No one has ever given so many chances as I have (no one has ever)
No one has ever given as many chances as I have
(Well, I'm grievin', oh, oh)
Grievin' us
I'm still grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
I'm grievin', oh, oh
(Grievin' us)
I'm still grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
I've reached a point, it's like I beg for it
I give my sweat and tears, damn, I bled for it
No one would bet that you would lose me like that
No one would guess I had the strength to fall back
Now all I want is peace and quiet
For peace of mind, yeah
Need some time, yeah, yeah
While I'm grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
I'm still grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
The option was to stay and ride
Or to let it die
I picked a side, now I'm just grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
You just can't slow it down, drink too much, can't pour it out
It's a merry-go-round from sun-up to sundown
You want me to stay here, mother all your sons now
This shit ain't no fun now, I just think it's funny how
Funny how you made me feel that
Turn around and made me feel bad
Name a bitch patient like that
Name a bitch to cater like that
Now all I want is peace and quiet
For peace of mind, yeah
Need some time, yeah, yeah
While I'm grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
I'm still grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
Well, I can understand how you
Would be attracted to me
Me, an ashtray for your habits
You, a moon to my sea
Well, me, the juice to your squeeze
And you, a stone I would keep
In the best room of the palace
And pretend it could weep
No one has ever given so many chances as I have (no one has ever)
No one has ever given as many chances as I have
(Well, I'm grievin', oh, oh)
Grievin' us
I'm still grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
I'm grievin', oh, oh
(Grievin' us)
I'm still grievin', oh, oh
Grievin' us
Writer: Jahaan Sweet, James Blake, Johann Deterville, Kehlani Parrish, Khristopher Riddick-Tynes, Leon Thomas, Matthew Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Open (Passionate)
3 AM in Vegas
All day, been faded
You're on tour, in and out them stadiums
And there's bitches backstage
Tryna upstage me
How am I to know what to do?
What if you slip up?
What if tequila grab your neck and say, "Don't bitch up"?
What if you wanna shoot your shot and load the clip up?
Are you scared to lose your queen and gain a bishop?
Do I got you way too open to be open?
Is the lens you see me through just way too focused?
What if you're curious and caught up in the moment?
Can you hold me down when I'm across the ocean?
Can you control it?
Do I got you way too open to be open?
Would you let it twist up all of your emotions?
What if you're curious and caught up in the moment?
Do I got you way too open to be (open)
If I'm in AOD
Tryna stay lowkey
Shawty so religious way she prayin' on me
But if I take her to the private
Let her be my pilot
How should I know what to do?
And what if I slip up?
What if tequila grabs my neck and say, "Don't bitch up"?
What if I wanna shoot my shot and load the clip up?
And if I do the same, will you go play the victim?
Or do you got me way too open to be open?
Is the lens I see you through just way too focused?
What if I'm curious and caught up in the moment?
Will I mess around when you're across the ocean?
Can I control it? Oh woah
Do you got me way too open to be open?
Would I let it twist up all of my emotions?
Will I mess around when you're across the ocean?
Do you got me way too open to be (open)
Made it out the mud, but still it's cleanly
Pull up where I'm from and they respect me
Made some room for you up in the front seat
Slidin', need one to confide in
Then we hear the sirens, grindin'
I knew it was all in you
When I saw your eyes, then I met your hands
Lay it on my thigh, you control the cruise
I make you crazy when nobody watchin'
I'm out your way and I proceed with caution
Don't do too much talkin', just lay down that action
Know you come off bold, but it's just your passion
Oh, you're passionate, baby
Passionate, baby
Passionate, baby
Passionate, baby
It's only your passion how you move by
You fallin' head over, right outta the sky
Fatal attraction, you lay down and die
Know how you get, I know you do it
All day, been faded
You're on tour, in and out them stadiums
And there's bitches backstage
Tryna upstage me
How am I to know what to do?
What if you slip up?
What if tequila grab your neck and say, "Don't bitch up"?
What if you wanna shoot your shot and load the clip up?
Are you scared to lose your queen and gain a bishop?
Do I got you way too open to be open?
Is the lens you see me through just way too focused?
What if you're curious and caught up in the moment?
Can you hold me down when I'm across the ocean?
Can you control it?
Do I got you way too open to be open?
Would you let it twist up all of your emotions?
What if you're curious and caught up in the moment?
Do I got you way too open to be (open)
If I'm in AOD
Tryna stay lowkey
Shawty so religious way she prayin' on me
But if I take her to the private
Let her be my pilot
How should I know what to do?
And what if I slip up?
What if tequila grabs my neck and say, "Don't bitch up"?
What if I wanna shoot my shot and load the clip up?
And if I do the same, will you go play the victim?
Or do you got me way too open to be open?
Is the lens I see you through just way too focused?
What if I'm curious and caught up in the moment?
Will I mess around when you're across the ocean?
Can I control it? Oh woah
Do you got me way too open to be open?
Would I let it twist up all of my emotions?
Will I mess around when you're across the ocean?
Do you got me way too open to be (open)
Made it out the mud, but still it's cleanly
Pull up where I'm from and they respect me
Made some room for you up in the front seat
Slidin', need one to confide in
Then we hear the sirens, grindin'
I knew it was all in you
When I saw your eyes, then I met your hands
Lay it on my thigh, you control the cruise
I make you crazy when nobody watchin'
I'm out your way and I proceed with caution
Don't do too much talkin', just lay down that action
Know you come off bold, but it's just your passion
Oh, you're passionate, baby
Passionate, baby
Passionate, baby
Passionate, baby
It's only your passion how you move by
You fallin' head over, right outta the sky
Fatal attraction, you lay down and die
Know how you get, I know you do it
Writer: Loshendrix, Mars, Andrew Wansel, Darryl Clemons, Destin Conrad, John Wesley Groover, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Michael Ray Cox, Nija Charles, Roget Lutfi Chahayed
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lexiis Outro
Uh huh
Uh
Too much envy in the air
Jealousy over there, they energy hella weird
Gotta keep a distance 'cause them bitches slippin'
And when they do it every day, it turn to repetition
You will not catch me slippin', you will not catch me trippin'
'Cause my grandma go through summer with no air conditioning
So why the f*ck would I let myself get in their position?
I try to tell 'em, "Get it right," but they don't never listen
So every time my bitches call about the same nigga, I answer it
As bad as I wanna cancel it, I gotta have her back
When she cryin' until she passes shit, huh
She always tryna get a glass, a sip
I told her, "This is life, you just gotta wake up and grasp this shit," huh
Ain't got no time to make no accidents 'cause you gotta be passionate
If you want something, you gotta go after it
And that's gon' make you the baddest bitch 'cause ain't nobody hand you shit
Can't nobody hold me back no more, huh
Yeah, look, and can't nobody hold me back no more
I've been on the right track so far
Don't even be texting 'em back no more
'Cause my mind on my money
These niggas ain't where it's at no more
I got that much, boy
And you got too many boys in your crew
You niggas got a lot of growin' to do
And you the oldest, you gotta be there to mold 'em into
Something bigger, something better
Problem with these egos now is everybody's shootin' free throws now
Misery love company, don't ever let these niggas keep you down
Matter fact, don't let 'em see you down
'Cause if they see you down, they gon' try to get up
They gon' know that you stuck, exactly what they want
So even if you f*ckin' up, you gotta put on that front
You gotta act like you're on top, even if your shit sunk
I know this what you want
Uh
Too much envy in the air
Jealousy over there, they energy hella weird
Gotta keep a distance 'cause them bitches slippin'
And when they do it every day, it turn to repetition
You will not catch me slippin', you will not catch me trippin'
'Cause my grandma go through summer with no air conditioning
So why the f*ck would I let myself get in their position?
I try to tell 'em, "Get it right," but they don't never listen
So every time my bitches call about the same nigga, I answer it
As bad as I wanna cancel it, I gotta have her back
When she cryin' until she passes shit, huh
She always tryna get a glass, a sip
I told her, "This is life, you just gotta wake up and grasp this shit," huh
Ain't got no time to make no accidents 'cause you gotta be passionate
If you want something, you gotta go after it
And that's gon' make you the baddest bitch 'cause ain't nobody hand you shit
Can't nobody hold me back no more, huh
Yeah, look, and can't nobody hold me back no more
I've been on the right track so far
Don't even be texting 'em back no more
'Cause my mind on my money
These niggas ain't where it's at no more
I got that much, boy
And you got too many boys in your crew
You niggas got a lot of growin' to do
And you the oldest, you gotta be there to mold 'em into
Something bigger, something better
Problem with these egos now is everybody's shootin' free throws now
Misery love company, don't ever let these niggas keep you down
Matter fact, don't let 'em see you down
'Cause if they see you down, they gon' try to get up
They gon' know that you stuck, exactly what they want
So even if you f*ckin' up, you gotta put on that front
You gotta act like you're on top, even if your shit sunk
I know this what you want
Writer: Alexis Lynch, Cameron Goins, Joshua Timmerman
Copyright: Lyrics © LIJAI MUSIC GROUP LLC, Songtrust Ave
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It Was Good Until It Wasn't is the second studio album by American singer and songwriter Kehlani. It was released on May 8, 2020, by Atlantic Records. It features guest appearances from Tory Lanez (removed later), Jhené Aiko, Masego, Lucky Daye and James Blake, Megan Thee Stallion, as well as uncredited vocals by Ty Dolla Sign.
Three promotional singles preceded the album's release. "Toxic", "Everybody Business", and "F&MU" were made available on March 12, April 16, and April 30, 2020, respectively. The official lead single "Can I" was released on June 3, 2020. Several of the album's tracks had accompanying music videos that were shot at the singer's home due to the coronavirus pandemic. The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart.
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KehlaniThree promotional singles preceded the album's release. "Toxic", "Everybody Business", and "F&MU" were made available on March 12, April 16, and April 30, 2020, respectively. The official lead single "Can I" was released on June 3, 2020. Several of the album's tracks had accompanying music videos that were shot at the singer's home due to the coronavirus pandemic. The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart.
Genre(s): R&B
Producer(s): Boi-1da, Cyht, Dan Foster, Go Grizzly, G. Ry, Jahaan Sweet, Jake One, KBeaZy, Loshendrix, Louie Lastic, Mars, Mike & Keys, Pooh Beatz, Pop & Oak, Pop Wansel, Rogét Chahayed, Sam Wish, Smplgtwy, Some Randoms, The Orphanage, The Rascals, Vianey OJ, YogiTheProducer, Yussef Dayes
Released: May 8th, 2020
Year: 2020