Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tinie Tempah
Tinie Tempah
Vocals
Timothy Mckenzie
Timothy Mckenzie
Additional Vocals
Labrinth
Labrinth
All Instruments
Mark Richard Roberts
Mark Richard Roberts
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Williams
Marc Williams
Songwriter
Nicolas David Salvadori
Nicolas David Salvadori
Songwriter
Patrick Okogwu
Patrick Okogwu
Songwriter
Timothy Mckenzie
Timothy Mckenzie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timothy Mckenzie
Timothy Mckenzie
Producer
Labrinth
Labrinth
Producer
Mr Jones
Mr Jones
Mixing Engineer
Da Digglar
Da Digglar
Producer
Mark Richard Roberts
Mark Richard Roberts
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Ugh What happened? It's okay, I'm good Let's go Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out So we let it rain, let it pour away (yeah) And we won't come down Until we hit the ground (yeah) and pass out (pass out) Ah, yeah, I'm in charge now I'm a star and I bought my fuckin' cast out I live a very, very, very, wild lifestyle Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out (oh my gosh) I used to listen to "You don't wanna bring arms house" I've got so many clothes, I keep some in my aunt's house Disturbing London, baby, we about to branch out Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles' child, yeah Yeah, and there ain't nobody fresher Semester to semester, raving with the freshers 20 light bulbs around my table and my dresser CLC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her Say hello to Dexter, say hello to Uncle Fester Got 'em gazin' at my necklace and my crazy sun protectors G-Shocks, I got a crazy dumb collection Haters, I can't fuckin' hear your reception Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out So we let it rain, let it pour away (yeah) And we won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out (pass out) Yeah This shit was meant to last me 24 hours, right? Okay, I'm good Yeah, they say hello, they say hola and they say bonjour I'm pissed I never got to fly on a Concorde I've been Southampton, but I've never been to Scunthorpe I'm fuckin' crazy with the kicks, call me Jean-Claude I'm 'bout to be a bigger star than my mum thought 'Cause every day I got a groupie at my front door Now I drive past the bus I used to run for Where's my fuckin' clap, where's my encore? Ugh I walk alone, 'cause I was born alone I chirps her just for fun, I'll never ever call her phone I leave her in the club, I'll never ever walk her home DL the fuckin' foundation, I'm the cornerstone I'm fairly famous, I'm sorta known And if your son doesn't, I bet your daughter knows Check out my visual, check out my audio Extraordinary, yo, hope you enjoy the show Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out So we let it rain, let it pour away And we won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out (pass out) Whoa Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Ah, look at me, I've been a cheeky bastard, man (whoa) (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) and look at all the drama we started (Whoa) now I'm in here, layin' on my back Sayin', "DJ won't you give me one more track?" (whoa) I'll apologise for tonight tomorrow mornin' I'll apologise for tonight tomorrow mornin' I'll apologise for tonight tomorrow mornin' I'll apologise for tonight tomorrow mornin' So we let it rain, let it pour away And we won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out (pass out) So we let it rain, let it pour away And we won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out (pass out) Pass out
Writer(s): Marc Williams, Timothy Mckenzie, Patrick Okogwu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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