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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
slowthai
slowthai
Vocals
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Performer
Kwes Darko
Kwes Darko
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
slowthai
slowthai
Composer
Alexander Crossan
Alexander Crossan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Producer
Kwes Darko
Kwes Darko
Mixing Engineer
Henkka Niemistö
Henkka Niemistö
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She's a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed Marry me, what you got? Too much Tooth brush and socks Parents minted, Mayfair, couple dogs We go on walks, she never talks I pour my heart out and she laps up my blood Blue lights, double vision Heart races like super cars Two drinks, the rooms spinning Zebedee, you're the ace of hearts High society, cute kittens Allergies, I don't like you enough Blocked me on your private finsta Your godmother should come play with us Nicotine, can't quit it Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out wow! Nicotine, can't quit it Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out wow! Doorman, let me in the door Spent all my money, you ain't getting no more wages Sure Sir, Sir, are you sure? In short, I'm not a mop you can drag 'cross the floor Inside, shell shock She's standing with a guy Guys your mans stare him out Real polite, no, please, no thanks Want a drink? I'm alright Beer goggles on, pull the wool, now I'm blind Clear as day, I can see You make me melt, sun, ice cream You smooth like felt, soft to the touch You were repellent, smell your scent from up above Angel getting carried out the club For slapping Harry, Harry's just a mug I'm stood outside waiting, where you gone? Cubicle lines, catch a cold, Jack Frost Nicotine, can't quit it Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out wow! Nicotine, can't quit it Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out wow!
Writer(s): Alexander Crossan, Tyron Frampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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