David Dallas
David Dallas
David Dallas
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David Dallas & Pieter T
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David Dallas
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David Dallas & Ché-Fu
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David Dallas & PNC
David Dallas & Buckshot
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David Dallas
[Chorus: Pieter T, David Dallas]
Ooh, don’t give me up
You ain’t gonna take me down
I don’t like to remember
When you were around
But you walk my way
Like you got something to say
This ain't got shit to do
With you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: David Dallas]
Been a while since you had it like this, I bet
Said I’d never do better, but this chick I met
Is a bit of all right, yeah, she pretty, all right
And she ain't in the club tryna kick it all night
Doesn’t get too drunk, talk shit, cause fights
Funnily enough, other chicks seem to all like her
Unlike you when we were together, girl
You were on some Tupac shit, you against the world
I was on some Marvin Gay shit, "What’s going on?"
Sometimes Rodney King, "Can't we all get along?"
You were never ever wrong, I was never ever right
We would just forever fight, girl, I had to get a life
And I’m happy now
Yet you comin' back around like it's happy hour
Tryna take more shots, tryna tap me out
I gotta let you know, it ain't gonna happen now
[Chorus: Pieter T, David Dallas]
Ooh, don’t give me up
You ain’t gonna take me down
I don’t like to remember
When you were around
But you walk my way
Like you got something to say
This ain't got shit to do
With you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: David Dallas]
I don’t know what the issue is
Why you seem to really care who I kick it with
When we broke up, you didn’t give a shit
Don’t cry, dry your eyes, here’s a tissue, Miss
Heard you backstabbed my girl, and I’m sick of it
I don’t wanna hear you pleadin' your innocence
I don’t even wanna see you a little bit
And that’s all it is, you hate that you isn’t missed
It's your ego, got your world goin' balls up like a free-throw
Prob'ly got you playing "Fuck You" by CeeLo
Think about me like its really my fault
I’m thinkin' about you like your really bipolar
Really quite over your juvenile ways
Better back that ass up like Juvenile says
Before you think of comin' round here
Go and get your own shit together, do I make myself clear?
[Chorus: Pieter T]
Ooh, don’t give me up (Don’t give me up)
You ain’t gonna take me down (Gonna take me down)
I don’t like to remember
When you were around (You were around)
But you walk my way
Like you got something to say (Got something to say)
This ain't got shit to do (Said, it ain't)
With you (No)
[Outro: Pieter T]
Don’t give me up
Don't take me down
I don’t like to remember
Oh, oh
You walk my way, yes, you do
This ain't got shit to do
Oh, oh, oh
Nothing To Do (With You) was written by David Dallas & Aaron Lusitini & Jordan Lusitini.
Nothing To Do (With You) was produced by Burnley.
David Dallas released Nothing To Do (With You) on Wed May 11 2011.