Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kamal.
Kamal.
Vocals
J Moon
J Moon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamal.
Kamal.
Composer
Jay Mooncie
Jay Mooncie
Composer
Ed Drewett
Ed Drewett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Moon
J Moon
Producer

Lyrics

Champagne on free flow, really don't get no sleep though I've been outside all week, nobody on my mind but you I like details, like the perfume with the weed smells Even in the way you speak feels heavy on the déjà vu I be so drunk, can't put me on a story, three nights on stage You would see me in a grave 'fore you tell me you're sorry So you fly out states and you wanna ignore me These days she stays on the camera like Ciesay, so she don't call me Champagne on free flow, really don't get no sleep though I've been outside all week, nobody on my mind but you I like details, like the perfume with the weed smells Even in the way you speak feels heavy on the déjà vu I been up late night for the endorphins, don't make no sense Leave me in the past tense and I feel like I'm falling Used to be the cashmere sheets with the blinds down Now we don't get no sleep on the road And we all roll deep on a weekend I spend the rest of the week on my own Champagne running free flow, really don't get no sleep though I been outside all week nobody on my mind but you I like details, like the perfume with the weed smells Even in the way you speak feels heavy on the déjà vu Bright lights always got a dark side I think it's the last time I fall in love And I'm a fall guy, always got my hands tied Running up a landslide, watching you go Champagne running free flow, really don't get no sleep though I been outside all week nobody on my mind but you I like details, like the perfume with the weed smells Even in the way you speak feels heavy on the déjà vu (I be so drunk, can't put me on a story, three nights on stage You would see me in a grave 'fore you tell me you're sorry So you fly out states and you wanna ignore me These days she stays on the camera like Ciesay, so she don't call me) So she don't call me, I was on York Street I was in downtown missing my morphine Running on empty, feeling all fucked up Baby don't tempt me, you know I'm love struck Used to be cashmere sheets with the blinds down Now we don't get no sleep on the road And we all roll deep on a weekend But I spend the rest of the week on my own
Writer(s): Edward James Drewett, Jay Vincenzo Mooncie, Kamal Daniel Prescod Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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