Towa Bird
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[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
What is mine is yours, so don't complain (You got the remedy)
You're the drug I need to cure my pain (My pain)
But girl, you know you're dangerous
And I really wanna feel the rush
Got a nigga playing russian roulette (Russian roulette)
And we know this ain't good for the heart, me know
[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
You know you're making me shiver (Ayy)
So come and kill my fever (Ayy)
You know I don't need reason
To arch your waist when you move like that
So take your time on me, girl (Ayy)
I see you don't like peace for real
You nasty ratchet, bougie, classy
You want me
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
She said she really lovе me bad
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Say it don't matter if I back, back
Back, back, back, back, backtrack
My African Uganda, living in Atlanta
When I call, shе answer
Oh, she like a panther
About this track
"Backtrack" is a song by Eric Bellinger from the album It’ll All Make Sense Later, released in 2024. The song was written by Donel, Eric Bellinger, John Andrews Peters, Kesler Kuffman, Taves, Verbb, VScript. It was produced by John Andrews Peters, Kesler Kuffman, Phantom (NG).
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Make me want to back
Back, back, back, backtrack
[Verse 2: Taves]
Baby, it's cloudy in my head, when I see you
I almost had a heart attack, trying to keep you
But I'll do it again
You see the pain
It's nothing compared to when I get to feel you
So if you got a problem
[?] gon' solve them
Don't call, I'm outside your compound so
If you say, you say
I'll come, it's nothing at all
[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Taves]
You know you're making me shiver (Ayy)
So come and kill my fever (Ayy)
You know I don't need reason
To arch your waist when you move like that
So take your time on me, girl (Ayy)
I see you don't like peace for real
You nasty ratchet, bougie, classy
You want me
[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Taves]
She said she really love me bad
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Say it don't matter if I back, back
Back, back, back, back, backtrack
My African Uganda, living in Atlanta
When I call, she answer
Oh, she like a panther
Make me want to back
Back, back, back, backtrack
[Outro: Eric Bellinger & Taves]
You know you're making me shiver (Shiver)
So come and kill my fever (Fever, oh)
To arch your waist when you move like that
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