F*ck all that ego shit
F*ck all that toxic shit
Never was down for this
And you knew that
I saw right through your lies
Still was your ride or die
Boy, look me in my eyes
Tell me, how could you switch up on me?
You went from one thing to another
Traded in us
Makin' shit so difficult
You keep tryna blame this on
Me and I done had enough
You gon' miss me when I'm gone, baby (yeah)
Turned my heart cold, now I match your energy
Don't try to come back when you realize what you had
Gotta stand on business 'cause you made us enemies
You gon' miss me when I'm gone, baby
I'm on what you on, yeah, I'm back up in these streets
Knocked me off track, but I got right in my bag (my bag, yeah)
This is just another page of Winter's Diary
Monday, we turnin' up
He say it's nothin' but love
Tuesday, I catch you lackin' again
With some goofy bitch and her friends (oh)
Wednesday, the fallout it be so dramatic
Thursday, f*ck him, I hate him, I've had it
Friday, I'm back up in his bed
Forget all the shit he done did
Tink - Winter's Diary 5 Album Lyrics
Tink - Winter's Diary 5 Lyrics
Writer: The Breed, Ariel Imani Moffett, Trinity Home, Christian Ward, Rockboy
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Huh
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Why every time that I ask you what's up with us, you always comin' with, "Huh"
I know that you lyin', I'm sick of this nigga replyin' with, "Huh"
Pack your bags, take your ass out of here tonight
Asked a simple question, but you still won't tell me why
I'm pullin' all the receipts
Open your phone 'cause I wanna know, who is she?
I seen you post and you delete
All them excuses is weak, don't make me tweet
First, you tell me there's no other bitch (huh)
Then you backtrack on some other shit (huh)
Boy, you don't know who you f*ckin' with
Tell me, like how did you fumble this? (huh?)
You ain't been keepin' it real, nigga, just say that shit
Leave me alone, if that's what you want, then nigga, just say that shit
Baby, I ain't stupid, tired of this confusion
Tryna run game on me, but I don't play that shit (ooh)
'Cause one day, you with me and one day, you gone (gone)
It's five in the mornin', you steady ignorin' when I'm on your phone (phone)
The bitches you love can't even keep up with a girl like me
F*ck all them feelings 'cause you ain't been givin' no loyalty
I'm tired and I'm fed up (fed up), don't cry me no river (river)
Can't never compare me 'cause I do this shit that these bitches could never
First, you tell me we inseparable (huh)
Then you go creep with your other hoes (huh)
Found all the proof in your other phone (huh)
Nothin' you sayin' is credible, no, no
You ain't been keepin' it real, nigga, just say that shit
Leave me alone, if that's what you want, then nigga, just say that shit
Baby, I ain't stupid (oh), tired of this confusion (I'm so tired)
Tryna run game on me, but I don't play that shit (I don't play that shit, boy)
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
Why every time that I ask you what's up with us, you always comin' with, "Huh"
I know that you lyin', I'm sick of this nigga replyin' with, "Huh"
Pack your bags, take your ass out of here tonight
Asked a simple question, but you still won't tell me why
I'm pullin' all the receipts
Open your phone 'cause I wanna know, who is she?
I seen you post and you delete
All them excuses is weak, don't make me tweet
First, you tell me there's no other bitch (huh)
Then you backtrack on some other shit (huh)
Boy, you don't know who you f*ckin' with
Tell me, like how did you fumble this? (huh?)
You ain't been keepin' it real, nigga, just say that shit
Leave me alone, if that's what you want, then nigga, just say that shit
Baby, I ain't stupid, tired of this confusion
Tryna run game on me, but I don't play that shit (ooh)
'Cause one day, you with me and one day, you gone (gone)
It's five in the mornin', you steady ignorin' when I'm on your phone (phone)
The bitches you love can't even keep up with a girl like me
F*ck all them feelings 'cause you ain't been givin' no loyalty
I'm tired and I'm fed up (fed up), don't cry me no river (river)
Can't never compare me 'cause I do this shit that these bitches could never
First, you tell me we inseparable (huh)
Then you go creep with your other hoes (huh)
Found all the proof in your other phone (huh)
Nothin' you sayin' is credible, no, no
You ain't been keepin' it real, nigga, just say that shit
Leave me alone, if that's what you want, then nigga, just say that shit
Baby, I ain't stupid (oh), tired of this confusion (I'm so tired)
Tryna run game on me, but I don't play that shit (I don't play that shit, boy)
Writer: Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stressin'
Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Oh-oh
Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Oh yeah
Want to slide on my ex and f*ck your day up
But I can't get out of bed
Got me thinkin' of shit I shouldn't remember
It's floatin' inside my head
And you love it here, know you do
That's why you keep me so stressed
And you want me back, know you do
But you don't get a bitch back like that
Stressin' over you
You, you, you (I'm stressed)
Stressin' over you
How you call this love when you done put me through too much?
Causin' all these tears like my heart wasn't enough
Took so many bullets like my life was on the line
I done showed up for you so many times
You would've had it made, what?
Eggs in the mornin', wake up
Don't even have to say none (Don't even have to say none)
I would've took a pay cut
Well, temporarily
Better run it up to spend it on me (Soon as you get free)
But you lied to me
You tryin' me
I put my wings on you
You took flight on me
We shouldn't have made it this far
Thinkin' honestly
I let you slide too much
You killed the vibe for me (your time is up)
Want to slide on my ex and f*ck your day up
But I can't get out of bed
Got me thinkin' of shit I shouldn't remember
It's floatin' inside my head
And you love it here, know you do
That's why you keep me so stressed
And you want me back, know you do
But you don't get a bitch back like that
(Ooh)
Stressin' over you
You, you, you
Stressin' over you
He don't call you, he don't like you
He don't keep his word, he don't like you
He's inconsistent, he has someone else
He only calls you when he wants something, he's using you
Oh-oh
Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Oh yeah
Want to slide on my ex and f*ck your day up
But I can't get out of bed
Got me thinkin' of shit I shouldn't remember
It's floatin' inside my head
And you love it here, know you do
That's why you keep me so stressed
And you want me back, know you do
But you don't get a bitch back like that
Stressin' over you
You, you, you (I'm stressed)
Stressin' over you
How you call this love when you done put me through too much?
Causin' all these tears like my heart wasn't enough
Took so many bullets like my life was on the line
I done showed up for you so many times
You would've had it made, what?
Eggs in the mornin', wake up
Don't even have to say none (Don't even have to say none)
I would've took a pay cut
Well, temporarily
Better run it up to spend it on me (Soon as you get free)
But you lied to me
You tryin' me
I put my wings on you
You took flight on me
We shouldn't have made it this far
Thinkin' honestly
I let you slide too much
You killed the vibe for me (your time is up)
Want to slide on my ex and f*ck your day up
But I can't get out of bed
Got me thinkin' of shit I shouldn't remember
It's floatin' inside my head
And you love it here, know you do
That's why you keep me so stressed
And you want me back, know you do
But you don't get a bitch back like that
(Ooh)
Stressin' over you
You, you, you
Stressin' over you
He don't call you, he don't like you
He don't keep his word, he don't like you
He's inconsistent, he has someone else
He only calls you when he wants something, he's using you
Writer: Ariel Imani Moffett, Andre Carnell Robertson, Christopher Dotson, Trinity Home, James Maddocks, Milan Modi, Loeren Davis III, Christian Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Charged Up
I can't even trust you 'cause your story always changin'
Wanna see what you gonna lie 'bout today
Like I'm talkin' to a child, boy you test my patience
Swear you on my nerves and I'm done f*ckin' with you
Charged up (Charged), you must be losin' it
Actin' like I'm stupid, I ain't stuck on you (You, you)
I'm charged up (Charged)
You should find somebody else
You know I'm not the one, not the one for you
I can't bite my tongue no more, can't hide it (No)
If you gon' f*ck around, I won't keep tryin'
You gon' have to be on my timin'
'Cause it's always a nigga on my line
Met the other side of me when you kept playin' in my face
Pushin' me to the point, I'm not tryna catch a case
I done really took it there, now you ain't got nothin' to say
You see that your truth ain't believable to me (Oh-oh)
I can't even trust you 'cause your story always changin'
Wanna see what you gonna lie 'bout today
Like I'm talkin' to a child, boy you test my patience
Swear you on my nerves and I'm done f*ckin' with you
Charged up (Charged), you must be losin' it
Actin' like I'm stupid, I ain't stuck on you (You, you)
I'm charged up (Charged)
You should find somebody else
You know I'm not the one, not the one for you
Charged up (Ooh-ooh)
Oh, you got me charged up (Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Charged up (Ooh-ooh)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
(Winter's Diary)
I've been way too patient (Patient)
Messed around and got f*cked up off you (Off you)
Think it's you that need savin' (Savin')
But right now got a nigga comin' through (Through)
Yeah, I got options
He on the way so I can't pick if you callin'
Matter fact we hittin' L.A., won't be back tomorrow
Yeah, he gon' spend a bag
He wanna treat me right to get my mind off you (Oh)
How you think that you finna call right back when you been doin' me wrong? (Oh)
You keep actin' out
So I'ma switch it up 'cause you got me charged up (Up)
I can't even trust you cause your story always changin'
Wanna see what you gonna lie 'bout today (Today, today, today)
Swear you on my nerves and I'm done f*ckin' with you
Wanna see what you gonna lie 'bout today
Like I'm talkin' to a child, boy you test my patience
Swear you on my nerves and I'm done f*ckin' with you
Charged up (Charged), you must be losin' it
Actin' like I'm stupid, I ain't stuck on you (You, you)
I'm charged up (Charged)
You should find somebody else
You know I'm not the one, not the one for you
I can't bite my tongue no more, can't hide it (No)
If you gon' f*ck around, I won't keep tryin'
You gon' have to be on my timin'
'Cause it's always a nigga on my line
Met the other side of me when you kept playin' in my face
Pushin' me to the point, I'm not tryna catch a case
I done really took it there, now you ain't got nothin' to say
You see that your truth ain't believable to me (Oh-oh)
I can't even trust you 'cause your story always changin'
Wanna see what you gonna lie 'bout today
Like I'm talkin' to a child, boy you test my patience
Swear you on my nerves and I'm done f*ckin' with you
Charged up (Charged), you must be losin' it
Actin' like I'm stupid, I ain't stuck on you (You, you)
I'm charged up (Charged)
You should find somebody else
You know I'm not the one, not the one for you
Charged up (Ooh-ooh)
Oh, you got me charged up (Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Charged up (Ooh-ooh)
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
(Winter's Diary)
I've been way too patient (Patient)
Messed around and got f*cked up off you (Off you)
Think it's you that need savin' (Savin')
But right now got a nigga comin' through (Through)
Yeah, I got options
He on the way so I can't pick if you callin'
Matter fact we hittin' L.A., won't be back tomorrow
Yeah, he gon' spend a bag
He wanna treat me right to get my mind off you (Oh)
How you think that you finna call right back when you been doin' me wrong? (Oh)
You keep actin' out
So I'ma switch it up 'cause you got me charged up (Up)
I can't even trust you cause your story always changin'
Wanna see what you gonna lie 'bout today (Today, today, today)
Swear you on my nerves and I'm done f*ckin' with you
Writer: Ariel Moffett, Chris Ward, Christopher Dotson, Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bless Me Don't Stress Me
(Don't stress)
Bless me, don't stress me (don't stress me)
Got my body rainin' on these bed sheets (these bed sheets)
Three, two, one, you know this pussy ready (pussy ready)
Climb on top and ride him like a jet ski (oh)
Got that wet and wavy (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Skrrt-skrrt on you like a 780 (wavy)
Topless like the drop (drop)
Straight off of the block (block)
F*ckin' 'round the clock (clock)
When you hit the spot
Make me say, oh, oh
Ooh, you f*ckin' nasty
First you cum and then wipe it on my ass cheeks
Use the curtains if we f*ckin' from the backseat
Got me sweatin' like we runnin' at a track meet
(Don't stress)
Bless me, don't stress me (don't stress me)
Got my body rainin' on these bed sheets (these bed sheets)
Three, two, one, you know this pussy ready (pussy ready)
Climb on top and ride him like a jet ski (oh)
Got that wet and wavy (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Skrrt-skrrt on you like a 780 (wavy)
Topless like the drop (drop)
Straight off of the block (block)
F*ckin' 'round the clock (clock)
When you hit the spot
Make me say, oh, oh
Can I put this on your face?
Slide it on your tongue, so you can know just how I taste (I taste, I taste)
Oh, how many licks is it gon' take?
Want to go a couple rounds and let you knock this out of place (place, place)
Lose my mind every time 'cause you handsome (handsome)
Trap you in, like I'm takin' you for ransom (ransom)
F*ck them vows, strip me down like a dancer
On your knees, I got all your prayers answered (oh)
(Don't stress)
Bless me, don't stress me (don't stress me)
Got my body rainin' on these bed sheets (these bed sheets)
Three, two, one, you know this pussy ready (pussy ready)
Climb on top and ride him like a jet ski (oh)
Got that wet and wavy (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Skrrt-skrrt on you like a 780 (wavy)
Topless like the drop (drop)
Straight off of the block (block)
F*ckin' 'round the clock (clock)
When you hit the spot
Make me say, oh, oh
That dick last night was amazin'
Went from the top of the floor to the basement
Shot after shot, I was wasted (wasted)
That dick put me in a frenzy
Bite on my lip when you kiss me
Make sure you never forget me
Winter's Diary (oh)
Bless me, don't stress me (don't stress me)
Got my body rainin' on these bed sheets (these bed sheets)
Three, two, one, you know this pussy ready (pussy ready)
Climb on top and ride him like a jet ski (oh)
Got that wet and wavy (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Skrrt-skrrt on you like a 780 (wavy)
Topless like the drop (drop)
Straight off of the block (block)
F*ckin' 'round the clock (clock)
When you hit the spot
Make me say, oh, oh
Ooh, you f*ckin' nasty
First you cum and then wipe it on my ass cheeks
Use the curtains if we f*ckin' from the backseat
Got me sweatin' like we runnin' at a track meet
(Don't stress)
Bless me, don't stress me (don't stress me)
Got my body rainin' on these bed sheets (these bed sheets)
Three, two, one, you know this pussy ready (pussy ready)
Climb on top and ride him like a jet ski (oh)
Got that wet and wavy (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Skrrt-skrrt on you like a 780 (wavy)
Topless like the drop (drop)
Straight off of the block (block)
F*ckin' 'round the clock (clock)
When you hit the spot
Make me say, oh, oh
Can I put this on your face?
Slide it on your tongue, so you can know just how I taste (I taste, I taste)
Oh, how many licks is it gon' take?
Want to go a couple rounds and let you knock this out of place (place, place)
Lose my mind every time 'cause you handsome (handsome)
Trap you in, like I'm takin' you for ransom (ransom)
F*ck them vows, strip me down like a dancer
On your knees, I got all your prayers answered (oh)
(Don't stress)
Bless me, don't stress me (don't stress me)
Got my body rainin' on these bed sheets (these bed sheets)
Three, two, one, you know this pussy ready (pussy ready)
Climb on top and ride him like a jet ski (oh)
Got that wet and wavy (wavy, wavy, wavy)
Skrrt-skrrt on you like a 780 (wavy)
Topless like the drop (drop)
Straight off of the block (block)
F*ckin' 'round the clock (clock)
When you hit the spot
Make me say, oh, oh
That dick last night was amazin'
Went from the top of the floor to the basement
Shot after shot, I was wasted (wasted)
That dick put me in a frenzy
Bite on my lip when you kiss me
Make sure you never forget me
Winter's Diary (oh)
Writer: Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Songs About U
[ Featuring Summer Walker ]
(Hitmaka)
You know how I get with that liquor in my system
All I got is memories, I hate that you went missin'
You know when I'm faded, I start textin' pages
I can't stay away (from you, ooh)
'Cause I'm drunk off love and I can't get off of you
First, we fight, then we f*ck and make up
Got me comin' back to you
All this toxic energy keep gettin' the best of me
Lovers to enemies, thought that we would always be (always be)
Hit your phone in the club 'cause I'm drunk
And this song's about you, yeah
You know how I get with the Henny in my system
One damn shot away from makin' bad decisions
Thinkin' should I risk it to take take you off that block list?
Knowin' damn well that I don't want them problems
'Cause I'm drunk off love and I can't get off of you
First, we fight, then we f*ck and make up
Got me comin' back to you
All this toxic energy keep gettin' the best of me
Lovers to enemies, thought that would always be (always be)
Hit your phone in the club 'cause I'm drunk
And this song's about you, yeah
You know what to do just to get me triggered
Post me on your 'Gram but this ain't no perfect picture
All in my emotions, thought we were the closest
Lookin' for some closure from you
Goin' back and forth and forth and back again
Probably wonderin' will this ever end
First we in the sheets (in the streets)
Makin' love so sweet (so sweet)
Then we arguin', pullin' up receipts (ooh)
'Cause I'm drunk off love and I can't get off of you
First, we fight, then we f*ck and make up (oh, yeah)
Got me comin' back to you
All this toxic energy keep gettin' the best of me
Lovers to enemies, thought that would always be
Hit your phone in the club 'cause I'm drunk
And this song's about you, yeah (oh)
Writer: Imani, Ron E. Harris, Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hit A Lick
[ Featuring NoCap ]
(Banger)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
Got a bitch to hold you down and pick up all your problems
Matchin' Rollies in our Rolls', we be doin' shit for fun (fun)
And it was smoke with such and such, we turned 'em to a strain
Took some charges that you had I had to charge it to the game
I could not f*ck up the brand no more, ten toes when I stand straight
Why it always be my fault? I'm a real bitch not man made
Can't be touchin' and f*ckin' to part ways (oh)
This pussy'll always be your safe space, yeah
What I did for you, private jet, a trip for two
Off the coast, Pacific view, trick on me I trick on you
Street bitch I don't give no f*ck, hold your gun inside my clutch
They don't want no smoke with us, no, no
Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause you the realest shit around
I trust you, let you tote my gun, sometimes you roll up my weed (oh, no)
Girl, I'm so f*cked up 'bout this bond, I never want to be free (oh, no)
I went back to her came back to you, I know you the one (oh)
And every time I cause you hurt I end up buyin' you somethin'
Put you in the jet, put you in the 'Cat
Wonder why your driveway turn into a zoo?
None of them hoes they ain't in your league
And none of her friends can't f*ck with you crew
Whatever they make, you spend it on hair
Take you out of state, right back to the trap
Ain't got the keys, we takin' the train
Talk to the lawyer then we lay down the bank
You know secrets I don't even tell my homies
Not fallin' back from you, I'm with you through the summer
Four gloves two masks, four guns two bags
Move wrong get hurt, put a bullet in the clerk, ah
Hit a lick with you, get rich with you
I'll lay somebody down all for you
Flip a brick for you, tote a stick for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
I ain't frontin' when I say I got your back, that's a fact
I ain't playin' 'bout you that's just what it is, and I'm on that
(I would) flip a brick for you, send a hit for you
'Cause I'm the realest bitch around
Writer: Trinity Home, Kobe Crawford, Christian Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Playa
[ Featuring Skilla Baby ]
(Hitmaka)
(B-B-Bankroll got it)
I got a handful of niggas, they be out in every state
Like my outfit, I got to switch it everyday (ah-ah)
My out-of-town nigga wanna put me on a flight
I'm married to this money, I could never be your wife
Still dealin' with my nigga over East
I want to give him time but he always in the streets
The way this nigga walk, you'd think he from the West
He f*ck me off the 'Za and I can feel it in my chest
He a trap nigga, got it jumpin' like the stove
Want to lock me in like the nigga on parole
Give me what I need, then I scratch him off the list
I tell him I'm in love but I'm lyin' through my lips
Ex-nigga call, see if we can talk
Side nigga mad 'cause I never show him off
I'm f*ckin' on his mans and he still ain't got a clue
He think you runnin' game, but I've been a player, too
Player (been that, been that)
Heartbreaker (been that, been that)
You better watch how you move
Player (been that, been that)
Heartbreaker (been that, been that)
You better watch how you move
Ha
Baby, you the illest, baby, you the thickest
Baby, you the realest, baby, you got inches
You know I'm a player, I f*ck with other bitches
But you know I love you the most, give me kisses (muah)
Hey, I just want somebody, 'body (I just want somebody)
To treat me like somebody, 'body (somebody)
Don't be like everybody, 'body
My little bitch brown skin and pretty like Tink (Tink)
Pretty ass teeth (feet), pretty ass feet (teeth)
You're pretty like your mom and you're pretty as can be (haha)
You don't play no games when it come to me
I'm a player, you a player too
I be playin', you be playin' too
I be cheatin', you be cheatin' too (you be cheatin')
But when I'm leavin', I'ma leave with you, ha
Player (been that, been that)
Heartbreaker (been that, been that)
You better watch how you move
Player (been that, been that)
Heartbreaker (been that, been that)
You better watch how you move
Writer: Trevon Gardner, Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Grip Tight
(Hitmaka)
I know we've been doin' everything that we shouldn't
This freaky shit got me caught up in a daze
Whenever I feel you slide deeper into me
Got me in my feels, let me count the ways
Let me count the ways
Baby, one
One, is all I need
Two, too much on top of me
Three, seconds to get it right
Hope you ready for this grip tight (yeah)
5 A.M., I'm waitin' 'til you tap out
Give me extra rounds until I pass out
Love the way you slide until I max out
Arch it up for you to blow my back out
Take what you want, yeah
My legs up on you, yeah
Back shots in the foreign, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You hit it all day
No sleep 'til mornin'
Just how you want it
Oh-woah, woah
I know we've been doin' everything that we shouldn't
This freaky shit got me caught up in a daze
Whenever I feel you slide deeper into me
Got me in my feels, let me count the ways
Let me count the ways
Baby, one
One, is all I need
Two, too much on top of me
Three, seconds to get it right
Hope you ready for this grip tight (yeah)
Everything here confidential, boy, it's our business
Wanna treat you like this ride and let you crash in it
Go up when I feel your touch all over my skin
Let me show you what it is
Take what you want, yeah
My legs up on you, yeah
Back shots in the foreign, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Lay in it all day
No sleep 'til mornin'
Just how you want it
Oh-woah, woah
I know we been doin' everything that we shouldn't
This freaky shit got me caught up in a daze
Whenever I feel you slide deeper into me
Got me in my feels, let me count the ways
Let me count the ways
Baby, one
One, is all I need
Two, too much on top of me
Three, seconds to get it right
Hope you ready for this grip tight (yeah)
I know we've been doin' everything that we shouldn't
This freaky shit got me caught up in a daze
Whenever I feel you slide deeper into me
Got me in my feels, let me count the ways
Let me count the ways
Baby, one
One, is all I need
Two, too much on top of me
Three, seconds to get it right
Hope you ready for this grip tight (yeah)
5 A.M., I'm waitin' 'til you tap out
Give me extra rounds until I pass out
Love the way you slide until I max out
Arch it up for you to blow my back out
Take what you want, yeah
My legs up on you, yeah
Back shots in the foreign, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You hit it all day
No sleep 'til mornin'
Just how you want it
Oh-woah, woah
I know we've been doin' everything that we shouldn't
This freaky shit got me caught up in a daze
Whenever I feel you slide deeper into me
Got me in my feels, let me count the ways
Let me count the ways
Baby, one
One, is all I need
Two, too much on top of me
Three, seconds to get it right
Hope you ready for this grip tight (yeah)
Everything here confidential, boy, it's our business
Wanna treat you like this ride and let you crash in it
Go up when I feel your touch all over my skin
Let me show you what it is
Take what you want, yeah
My legs up on you, yeah
Back shots in the foreign, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Lay in it all day
No sleep 'til mornin'
Just how you want it
Oh-woah, woah
I know we been doin' everything that we shouldn't
This freaky shit got me caught up in a daze
Whenever I feel you slide deeper into me
Got me in my feels, let me count the ways
Let me count the ways
Baby, one
One, is all I need
Two, too much on top of me
Three, seconds to get it right
Hope you ready for this grip tight (yeah)
Writer: Goldiee, Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Make It Make Sense
Usually, I wouldn't give a damn
On and off every single year
Back and forth just to sex me good
I would leave only if I could
Lyin' in my group chat 'bout us, can't deny no rumors 'bout us
They don't know what love could do, crazy I'm still f*ckin' you (f*ckin' you)
After all the things I said that we were goin' through
I hate it here but I still pull up when you want me to
Tuesday, you with me
Boy, make it make sense
Thursdays, I catch him with some random-ass bitch
Fridays, we sneakin'
Boy, make it make sense
(You say you love me) but it don't make sense
So, you mean to tell me
You saw me, liked me, wanted me, chased me
Got me, and then you fumbled me?
What?
You say you love me
But it don't make sense
Tell me what I want to hear
Turn around and disappear
Feel like I ain't wanted here
But I like how you touch me, so I'll be back around for sure
5 A.M., boy, let's pretend we more than friends
Block me then request me, now it's up again
You tryin' to keep this on the low
Like I ain't have you beggin' me a week ago
Tuesday, you with me
Boy, make it make sense
Thursdays, I catch him with some random-ass bitch
Fridays, we sneakin'
Boy, make it make sense
(You say you love me) but it don't make sense
Tuesday, you with me
Boy, make it make sense
Thursdays, I catch him with some random-ass bitch
Fridays, we sneakin'
Boy, make it make sense
(You say you love me) but it don't make sense
On and off every single year
Back and forth just to sex me good
I would leave only if I could
Lyin' in my group chat 'bout us, can't deny no rumors 'bout us
They don't know what love could do, crazy I'm still f*ckin' you (f*ckin' you)
After all the things I said that we were goin' through
I hate it here but I still pull up when you want me to
Tuesday, you with me
Boy, make it make sense
Thursdays, I catch him with some random-ass bitch
Fridays, we sneakin'
Boy, make it make sense
(You say you love me) but it don't make sense
So, you mean to tell me
You saw me, liked me, wanted me, chased me
Got me, and then you fumbled me?
What?
You say you love me
But it don't make sense
Tell me what I want to hear
Turn around and disappear
Feel like I ain't wanted here
But I like how you touch me, so I'll be back around for sure
5 A.M., boy, let's pretend we more than friends
Block me then request me, now it's up again
You tryin' to keep this on the low
Like I ain't have you beggin' me a week ago
Tuesday, you with me
Boy, make it make sense
Thursdays, I catch him with some random-ass bitch
Fridays, we sneakin'
Boy, make it make sense
(You say you love me) but it don't make sense
Tuesday, you with me
Boy, make it make sense
Thursdays, I catch him with some random-ass bitch
Fridays, we sneakin'
Boy, make it make sense
(You say you love me) but it don't make sense
Writer: Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Attention
Yeah, oh
My attention's on your body, bae
Tryna save this for you (you)
You know this waterfall will have you drownin', bae
Tryna save this for you
You already know, I've been tryna be patient for you
I can't lie when we're overdue, know I usually don't
But it's hard to keep sex from you, sex from you
It's 3:00 A.M., and I just left the club (club)
Who else gon' be the one to turn you up? (Up)
That shit you're doin' is so dangerous (oh)
It hit different, you know why
It's how we argue, then you say it's all for me
The only time I'm ever sinign' off-key
Is in that bedroom when we're messin' up the sheets
You know I'm tryna bless you, got my-
My attention's on your body, bae
Tryna save this for you (you)
You know this waterfall will have you drownin', bae
Tryna save this for you
You already know, I've been tryna be patient for you
I can't lie when we're overdue, know I usually don't
But it's hard to keep sex from you, sex from you
Comin' back to back 'cause I need your touch
Put it on me slow, ain't gotta rush
Lay in it, yeah, dive in and swim
I'm gon' put you back to sleep
I need your undivided attention, f*ck me like it's mine
These bitches all in your ear, but just pay them hoes no mind
Baby, I'm locked in on you, wanna do somethin' in this room
Got a bitch all in that mood, focused on you
My attention's on your body, bae (on your body)
Tryna save this for you (you)
You know this waterfall will have you drownin', bae
Tryna save this for you
You already know, I've been tryna be patient for you
I can't lie when we're overdue, know I usually don't
But it's hard to keep sex from you, sex from you
My attention's on your body, bae
Tryna save this for you (you)
You know this waterfall will have you drownin', bae
Tryna save this for you
You already know, I've been tryna be patient for you
I can't lie when we're overdue, know I usually don't
But it's hard to keep sex from you, sex from you
It's 3:00 A.M., and I just left the club (club)
Who else gon' be the one to turn you up? (Up)
That shit you're doin' is so dangerous (oh)
It hit different, you know why
It's how we argue, then you say it's all for me
The only time I'm ever sinign' off-key
Is in that bedroom when we're messin' up the sheets
You know I'm tryna bless you, got my-
My attention's on your body, bae
Tryna save this for you (you)
You know this waterfall will have you drownin', bae
Tryna save this for you
You already know, I've been tryna be patient for you
I can't lie when we're overdue, know I usually don't
But it's hard to keep sex from you, sex from you
Comin' back to back 'cause I need your touch
Put it on me slow, ain't gotta rush
Lay in it, yeah, dive in and swim
I'm gon' put you back to sleep
I need your undivided attention, f*ck me like it's mine
These bitches all in your ear, but just pay them hoes no mind
Baby, I'm locked in on you, wanna do somethin' in this room
Got a bitch all in that mood, focused on you
My attention's on your body, bae (on your body)
Tryna save this for you (you)
You know this waterfall will have you drownin', bae
Tryna save this for you
You already know, I've been tryna be patient for you
I can't lie when we're overdue, know I usually don't
But it's hard to keep sex from you, sex from you
Writer: Imani, Ron E., Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Past Those Interlude
[ Featuring Jeremih ]
(Hitmaka)
I hear you callin' me
And I'm comin' back to you (welcome to the camp)
I hear you callin' me
Why you callin' on me from this private number?
Talkin' shit about me in public, we was private lovers (callin' me)
All the bitches I done had, our love I can't find another
Why you lurkin' in my phone tryin' to find you somethin'? (Callin' me)
Why the f*ck you out here cappin' with my past hoes?
Tryna look over my shoulder see my passcode
All the BBL's and fake love, girl, I'm past those, mm
I hear you callin' me
Your mama lied when she said life is like a box of chocolate
You think you find a bitch bad as me, nigga, stop it (callin' me)
The way I'm hearin' 'bout your name is like a trendin' topic
You actin' like you for the streets, you might just get an Oscar (callin' me)
If I ever catch your ass up in a situation
It's gonna be some busted windows and some's tires inflated
I don't like your baby mama, she be throwin' shade
Swear you talk like you that man but you dont act your age
I hear you callin' me
Why you callin' on me from this private number?
Talkin' shit about me in public, we was private lovers (callin' me)
All the niggas I done had, our love can't find another
Why you lurkin' in my phone tryin' to find you somethin' (callin' me)
Why the f*ck you out here cappin' with my past hoes?
Tryna look over my shoulder see your passcode
All those BBL's and fake love, girl, I'm past those, mm
I hear you callin' me
And I'm comin' back to you
Writer: Chi Hoover, Jeremy Felton, Trinity Home, Christian Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jealous
Winter's Diary
Ooh (woah)
Oh-oh (man)
Ooh
(Right a now)
(Hitmaka)
Three in the mornin', got bitches callin' your phone and
You let it ring for the longest
Thought you was low, but I'm on it
You know this pussy the coldest
Lay it down like a criminal
Spread out like a centerfold
Tongue kiss when you eat it up
Oh
You that nigga that the world know I don't play 'bout
Entertain it 'til I can't, then I'ma spazz out
I'm just sayin', if you got a bitch, I bet' not find out
Need your attention on me, yeah
Know I might get out of line, boy, sometimes, jealous
Want to f*ck with you alone 'cause I'm so jealous
And when niggas talkin' down, down, they just jealous
Boy, I need you around 'cause they just jealous
Know I might get out of line, boy, sometimes, jealous
Want to f*ck with you alone 'cause I'm so jealous
And when niggas talkin' down, down, they just jealous
Boy, I need you around 'cause they just jealous
Three in the mornin', got bitches callin' your phone and
You let it ring for the longest
"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice system
If you feel you have reached this recording error
Please hang up and try your call again, good bye"
All the attention
Hoes on the side, you takin' your time
But when you gon' make a decision?
I'm sick of you duckin' the question
I know we goin' through phases
Stalkin' through all of your pages
I'm wonderin' who you embracin'
Don't make me go find a replacement
Let's have a moment in private
I need this shit undivided
Wonder why I done went silent
'Cause these niggas be full of surprises
Cheatin', I'm widlin'
We could've been f*ckin' Paris
The ring flooded in karats
But sorry, I ain't used to sharin'
Know I might get out of line, boy, sometimes, jealous
Want to f*ck with you alone 'cause I'm so jealous
And when niggas talkin' down, down, they just jealous
Boy, I need you around 'cause they just jealous
Know I might get out of line, boy, sometimes, jealous
Want to f*ck with you alone 'cause I'm so jealous
And when niggas talkin' down, down, they just jealous
Boy, I need you around 'cause they just jealous
Three in the mornin', got bitches callin' your phone and
You let it ring for the longest
Thought you was low, but I'm on it
You know this pussy the coldest
Lay it down like a criminal
Spread out like a centerfold
Tongue kiss when you eat it up
Oh
You that nigga that the world know I don't play 'bout
Entertain it 'til I can't, then I'ma spazz out
I'm just sayin', if you got a bitch, I bet' not find out
Need your attention on me, yeah
Ooh (woah)
Oh-oh (man)
Ooh
(Right a now)
(Hitmaka)
Three in the mornin', got bitches callin' your phone and
You let it ring for the longest
Thought you was low, but I'm on it
You know this pussy the coldest
Lay it down like a criminal
Spread out like a centerfold
Tongue kiss when you eat it up
Oh
You that nigga that the world know I don't play 'bout
Entertain it 'til I can't, then I'ma spazz out
I'm just sayin', if you got a bitch, I bet' not find out
Need your attention on me, yeah
Know I might get out of line, boy, sometimes, jealous
Want to f*ck with you alone 'cause I'm so jealous
And when niggas talkin' down, down, they just jealous
Boy, I need you around 'cause they just jealous
Know I might get out of line, boy, sometimes, jealous
Want to f*ck with you alone 'cause I'm so jealous
And when niggas talkin' down, down, they just jealous
Boy, I need you around 'cause they just jealous
Three in the mornin', got bitches callin' your phone and
You let it ring for the longest
"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice system
If you feel you have reached this recording error
Please hang up and try your call again, good bye"
All the attention
Hoes on the side, you takin' your time
But when you gon' make a decision?
I'm sick of you duckin' the question
I know we goin' through phases
Stalkin' through all of your pages
I'm wonderin' who you embracin'
Don't make me go find a replacement
Let's have a moment in private
I need this shit undivided
Wonder why I done went silent
'Cause these niggas be full of surprises
Cheatin', I'm widlin'
We could've been f*ckin' Paris
The ring flooded in karats
But sorry, I ain't used to sharin'
Know I might get out of line, boy, sometimes, jealous
Want to f*ck with you alone 'cause I'm so jealous
And when niggas talkin' down, down, they just jealous
Boy, I need you around 'cause they just jealous
Know I might get out of line, boy, sometimes, jealous
Want to f*ck with you alone 'cause I'm so jealous
And when niggas talkin' down, down, they just jealous
Boy, I need you around 'cause they just jealous
Three in the mornin', got bitches callin' your phone and
You let it ring for the longest
Thought you was low, but I'm on it
You know this pussy the coldest
Lay it down like a criminal
Spread out like a centerfold
Tongue kiss when you eat it up
Oh
You that nigga that the world know I don't play 'bout
Entertain it 'til I can't, then I'ma spazz out
I'm just sayin', if you got a bitch, I bet' not find out
Need your attention on me, yeah
Writer: Goldiie, Jeremy Felton, Keith James, Michael Schultz, Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Insane
Might be my pride
Might be my ego
I can't help it that I won't let you in deep
You're showin' signs you're fallin' in love
But this ain't exactly what it seems, boy
Truth is I got my ways, I don't want to hurt you like that
A little stuck and I might just double back
Strings attached to the nigga from my past
So this probably won't last
He got me insane
I'm in love with a nigga that won't change
Can't promise that I'm all in
'Cause if he come callin'
I'm already on my way
He got me insane
I'm in love with a nigga that won't change
I don't want to hurt you
So I'll be the first to say
Baby, lovin' me brings pain
Now the truth is that I can't really stop you from tryin'
If I told you that I love you, then I'd probably be lyin'
I know you're catchin' feelings, want commitment, no surprises
Hate to let you down, but I can't stay for long
Truth is I got my ways, I don't want to hurt you like that
A little stuck and I might just double back
Strings attached to the nigga from my past
So this probably won't last
He got me insane
I'm in love with a nigga that won't change
Can't promise that I'm all in
'Cause if he come callin'
I'm already on my way
He got me insane
I'm in love with a nigga that won't change
I don't want to hurt you
So I'll be the first to say
Baby, lovin' me brings pain
Might be my ego
I can't help it that I won't let you in deep
You're showin' signs you're fallin' in love
But this ain't exactly what it seems, boy
Truth is I got my ways, I don't want to hurt you like that
A little stuck and I might just double back
Strings attached to the nigga from my past
So this probably won't last
He got me insane
I'm in love with a nigga that won't change
Can't promise that I'm all in
'Cause if he come callin'
I'm already on my way
He got me insane
I'm in love with a nigga that won't change
I don't want to hurt you
So I'll be the first to say
Baby, lovin' me brings pain
Now the truth is that I can't really stop you from tryin'
If I told you that I love you, then I'd probably be lyin'
I know you're catchin' feelings, want commitment, no surprises
Hate to let you down, but I can't stay for long
Truth is I got my ways, I don't want to hurt you like that
A little stuck and I might just double back
Strings attached to the nigga from my past
So this probably won't last
He got me insane
I'm in love with a nigga that won't change
Can't promise that I'm all in
'Cause if he come callin'
I'm already on my way
He got me insane
I'm in love with a nigga that won't change
I don't want to hurt you
So I'll be the first to say
Baby, lovin' me brings pain
Writer: Imani, Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lows & Highs
[ Featuring Janine ]
Down, down, down, down, down
Baby, you broke me
Down, down, down, down for nothin'
I'm lookin' in the mirror
Can't recognize myself
Baby, you broke me
Down, down, down, down for nothin'
Baby, you broke me
Don't know how much I can take
Seen this money turn my dawg into a snake, oh yeah
Ain't too many real ones left
I'm hurtin' and these drugs won't help, oh
I ain't got no time for love
This paper is the only thing I trust
'Cause ain't no loyalty up in these streets
And I'll be damned if they ruin me
Still up on my grind, can't get caught up in no feelings
Tryna move forward but my heart's still healin' for real
I've been gettin' colder by the days
Pop a 30 for the pain (pain)
People love you then forget you when you tell 'em no
I've been standin' in this rain out here tryin' to grow
I'm torn inside
Tryin' to balance out these lows and these highs
Never said I was perfect but I know I'm different
It's gettin' hard to tell people's real intentions
You around me for the love or just for the clout?
Never thought you'd be the one that would sell me out
Hard days and hard times never last long
Street code and ten toes, what I stand on
Never let a hard time break me down
Starin' at this ceilin' and I swear I'm feelin' like I'm cursed
Late at night when I'm alone, it's when it hurts the worst
'Cause it's lonely when you at the top
It's so lonely when you at the top
People love you then forget you when you tell 'em no
I've been standin' in this rain out here tryin' to grow
I'm torn inside
Tryin' to balance out these lows and these highs
Tryin' to balance out these lows and these highs
Tryin' to balance out these lows and these highs
Tryin' to balance out these lows and these highs
Tryin' to balance out these lows and these highs
Baby, you broke me
Down, down, down, down, down
Baby, you broke me
Down, down, down, down, down for nothin'
I'm lookin' in the mirror
Writer: Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pretty Girls
When you take care of your business you're able to function and
Make productive decisions, work, handle yours, go for yours
In a world of big big fish that's considered un-lady like
I do what I gotta do, I do what they do
It's all good
Pretty girls don't beg
Pretty girls bounce back
Pretty girls don't trip
Pretty girls run game
Pretty girls don't slip
You sick and tired fightin' with your nigga, huh
You contemplatin' walkin' your ass out the door
He ain't even really tryna show you love
He acts like he unsure
But he gon' know for sure
You done with his ass
Ain't puttin' up with all that
It's been way too long, he ain't catchin' hints, he off task
Don't care how good the dick is, the money feels better
Girl, these niggas don't matter
Don't go chasin'
You know these niggas weak and they a joke (they a joke, yeah)
Girl, get in your bag and never fold
'Cause I done learned the hard way that these niggas ain't worth chasin'
Pretty girls don't beg
Pretty girls bounce back
Pretty girls don't trip (oh)
Pretty girls run game
Pretty girls don't slip
You been feelin' like he's not the one, trust your intuition
Let him know you not for play, these niggas be the weirdest
Make sure he worth your time before you give attention
Never let him see you sweat
Don't be afraid to ever choose you
You done with his ass
Ain't puttin' up with all that
It's been way too long, he ain't catchin' hints, he off task
Don't care how good the dick is, the money feels better
Girl, these niggas don't matter
Don't go chasin'
You know these niggas weak and they a joke (they a joke, yeah)
Girl, get in your bag and never fold
'Cause I done learned the hard way that these niggas ain't worth chasin'
Pretty girls don't beg
Pretty girls bounce back
Pretty girls don't trip (oh)
Pretty girls run game
Pretty girls don't slip
Make productive decisions, work, handle yours, go for yours
In a world of big big fish that's considered un-lady like
I do what I gotta do, I do what they do
It's all good
Pretty girls don't beg
Pretty girls bounce back
Pretty girls don't trip
Pretty girls run game
Pretty girls don't slip
You sick and tired fightin' with your nigga, huh
You contemplatin' walkin' your ass out the door
He ain't even really tryna show you love
He acts like he unsure
But he gon' know for sure
You done with his ass
Ain't puttin' up with all that
It's been way too long, he ain't catchin' hints, he off task
Don't care how good the dick is, the money feels better
Girl, these niggas don't matter
Don't go chasin'
You know these niggas weak and they a joke (they a joke, yeah)
Girl, get in your bag and never fold
'Cause I done learned the hard way that these niggas ain't worth chasin'
Pretty girls don't beg
Pretty girls bounce back
Pretty girls don't trip (oh)
Pretty girls run game
Pretty girls don't slip
You been feelin' like he's not the one, trust your intuition
Let him know you not for play, these niggas be the weirdest
Make sure he worth your time before you give attention
Never let him see you sweat
Don't be afraid to ever choose you
You done with his ass
Ain't puttin' up with all that
It's been way too long, he ain't catchin' hints, he off task
Don't care how good the dick is, the money feels better
Girl, these niggas don't matter
Don't go chasin'
You know these niggas weak and they a joke (they a joke, yeah)
Girl, get in your bag and never fold
'Cause I done learned the hard way that these niggas ain't worth chasin'
Pretty girls don't beg
Pretty girls bounce back
Pretty girls don't trip (oh)
Pretty girls run game
Pretty girls don't slip
Writer: Imani, Ron E., Trinity Home
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Winter's Diary 5 is the fifth studio album by American rapper and singer Tink, released on July 12, 2024, through Winter's Diary and Empire Distribution.
It is the fifth installment of the Winter's Diary series started by Tink in 2012. In order to promote the album, Tink joined Jhené Aiko's The Magic Hour tour as an opening act.
Three singles were released prior to the album. The lead single, Charged Up, was released on April 10, 2024, accompanied by a music video. The second single, Huh, was released on May 10, 2024 and the "sultry, Sam Brave-directed music video" premiered on the same day. The final single before the album release, Songs About U, featuring Summer Walker was released on May 31, 2024. The Source described the collaboration as "a testament to the enduring allure of R&B, transcending boundaries and leaving a lasting impact on contemporary music".
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
TinkIt is the fifth installment of the Winter's Diary series started by Tink in 2012. In order to promote the album, Tink joined Jhené Aiko's The Magic Hour tour as an opening act.
Three singles were released prior to the album. The lead single, Charged Up, was released on April 10, 2024, accompanied by a music video. The second single, Huh, was released on May 10, 2024 and the "sultry, Sam Brave-directed music video" premiered on the same day. The final single before the album release, Songs About U, featuring Summer Walker was released on May 31, 2024. The Source described the collaboration as "a testament to the enduring allure of R&B, transcending boundaries and leaving a lasting impact on contemporary music".
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): R&B
Producer(s): Alan Ami, Aphillyated, Bankroll Got It, The Breed, Bizness Boi, Camper, Cardiak, Chopsquad DJ, Daniel Church, CRVS, Derelle Rideout, Zach Ezzy, Cam Griff, Hitmaka, Hossy, Tyler James, Lou Xtwo, James Maddocks, Oh Gosh Leotus, RockBoyBeats, Tyler Rohn, Saint Luca, Jesse Salcedo, S.Dot, Skiponthebeat, SpenceDidThis, Th3ory, Vinnl, Wu10, Ye Ali
Length: 44:06
Released: July 12th, 2024
Year: 2024