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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jessie Reyez
Jessie Reyez
Vocals
Bizness Boi
Bizness Boi
Programming
Tobias Frelin
Tobias Frelin
Bass Guitar
Bianca McClure
Bianca McClure
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessie Reyez
Jessie Reyez
Songwriter
Tobias Frelin
Tobias Frelin
Songwriter
Andre Robertson
Andre Robertson
Songwriter
Tim Suby
Tim Suby
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bizness Boi
Bizness Boi
Producer
Karl Wingate
Karl Wingate
Recording Engineer
Spencer “Moose” Muscio
Recording Engineer
Tobias Frelin
Tobias Frelin
Producer
Riley Bell
Riley Bell
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Spencer Muscio
Spencer Muscio
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I could blame your parents but you're grown now 30 somethin' but you still don't wanna slow down A couple vodkas and you lose all your control now Still at you mama's, you don't even have your own house Don't wanna grow up, you just grip onto your hometown Forget your etiquette and grab your phone and scroll down Worried about your shoes more than your soul, you sold out And if it ain't about you, you just peace and zone out Beside you still feels like I'm on an island by myself It's such a joke to hope that you could just be normal But who am I to ask that if I'm 25 miles past being Miss Perfect? Oh the jury's out on that one You're like sugar at night (sugar at night) You just fuck up my sleep (you just fuck up my sleep) You'll never make me a bride (you'll never make me a bride) You just give me fight scenes (you just give me fight scenes) You're like sugar at night (you're like sugar at night) You just fuck up my sleep (you just fuck up my sleep) You always take away my smile (you always take away my smile) You always fuck up my dreams (you always fuck up my dreams) My-y-y dream I could say it's love but it's just highlights Sometimes I wish that you'd have never entered my life My friends would call and say they saw you had a wild night Was so embarrassed when I had to call you my guy You stole my good years and my phone calls I wish I could've seen you comin' in some tarot cards I could've dodged your cheating and some bad scars Now I'm stuck sellin' a broken heart and old parts Beside you still feels like I'm on an island by myself It's such a joke to hope that you could just be normal But who am I to ask that if I'm 25 miles past being Miss Perfect? Oh the jury's out on that one You're like sugar at night (sugar at night) You just fuck up my sleep (you just fuck up my sleep) You'll never make me a bride (you'll never make me a bride) You just give me fight scenes (you just give me fight scenes) You're like sugar at night (you're like sugar at night) You just fuck up my sleep (you just fuck up my sleep) You always take away my smile (you always take away my smile) You always fuck up my dreams (you always fuck up my dreams) My-y-y dream Sugar at night You just fuck up my sleep You'll never make me a bride
Writer(s): Tobias Krister Frelin, Andre Robertson, Jessie Reyez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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