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Lights (feat. Louis Rei)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Nines
Vocals
Hal Ritson
Hal Ritson
Programming
Richard Adlam
Richard Adlam
Programming
Karlos
Karlos
Programming
Rob Harris
Rob Harris
Guitar
Louis Rei
Louis Rei
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
Louis-Rae Beadle
Louis-Rae Beadle
Composer
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Engineer
Karlos
Karlos
Producer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
Carlos Corrodus
Carlos Corrodus
Producer

Lyrics

Lie, lie, lie, somebody tellin' lies on me Know what happened last summer, why'd you lie? Oh Zino Records, hahahaha My nigga asked me if I'm strapped, told him "Course I got the ting" Fuck a middle man, I even get my water from the spring Copped my chick a mink, got her lookin' like a polar bear Chauffeur outside and I ain't goin' nowhere No one helped me in this maze Doubled up my re-up then I gave myself a raise Now I'm wealthy off the haze Used to throw my shot a key's Now he owe me couple G's If we was in jail, I woulda thrown him off the freeze, uh I was gettin' paid before my deal I ain't ever had a job, my first payslip was a mil Still remember all them dead nights When my block was like Amsterdam Bitches sellin' pussy from the red lights I did crops with the scousers I had Glocks in my trousers They was droppin' me ounces Now we're shoppin' for houses I was pedalling pies of heroin Rich nigga shit, I eat fries with everything, uh There ain't a summer I ain't shell the block Came through on R1's doin' twelve o'clock When my album drops, the whole world should stop And my new crop's louder than Jurgen Klopp It's Nines I got nothin' to lose, it's just me against the world It's just me against the world, uh I got nothin' to lose, it's just me against the world (yeah, uh) It's just me against the world, uh I'm that prolific, holistic, grown misfit (ah) Fam, I'm like a shaved dice cah I roll different (trust) Yeah, I'm from the western so you know I know Smith and I'm a thot, get me lit, only right we pole gripping Strip clubbin', with a honey coke sniffin' Said it's my turn, nah babe, you just go innit With my nigga Master P, told me that there's no limit We done kicked doors, tellin' niggas "Put the cold in it" Listen, it's just me against the world Or it's ego, that just means it's me against myself (facts) Family, I'm tryna redefine the L's Life's like the drug game, you gotta realign the scales Link Nina under the Burj Khalifa Never let me pay the bill but I got you on the rebound (my nigga) Yo, at least let me pay for the service I ain't religious, still link Nines at the churches, facts I got nothin' to lose, it's just me against the world It's just me against the world, uh I got nothin' to lose, it's just me against the world It's just me against the world, uh
Writer(s): Courtney Freckleton, Richard Westfield, Dennis Thomas, Paul Oseh, Robert Mickens, Ronald Bell, Louis-rae Beadle, Robert Bell, Alton Taylor, Claydes Smith, George Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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