Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snakehips
Snakehips
Programming
Tinashe
Tinashe
Vocals
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Vocals
Oliver Dickinson
Oliver Dickinson
Vocals
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Dickinson
Oliver Dickinson
Songwriter
James David
James David
Songwriter
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Songwriter
Chancelor J. Bennett
Chancelor J. Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Snakehips
Snakehips
Producer
Oliver Dickinson
Oliver Dickinson
Producer
James David
James David
Producer
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Co-Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only Only human in the heaving heat of the animals Bit of brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I I will not waver, I will not wait its turn It will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the ground With the lips of another 'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely, sometimes All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe I hate the bar Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the car We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr Crash on the floor, catch the ZZZ's Poppin' the polar opposite, the NZT Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand But I done seen how the - did my main man The nights we won't remember Are the nights we won't remember I'll be gone 'til November All my city calls me Simba Dreams are made for cages nigga Lions are for real nigga Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills nigga Friday's are for chill and I escaped the treachery I just had to rest in peace the recipe The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying Hope you hear what I'm saying All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe Don't even know me Sure I get lonely some nights When the angels on my shoulder Slump my head I'm stuck here with the vultures Hissing and circling You didn't call me, call me, call me, call me I'm crawling, crawling, crawling back to you All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe
Writer(s): Cass Lowe, Chancelor Bennett, James Alexander David, Oliver Mark Dickinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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