Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Cotton
Sam Cotton
Lead Vocals
Lucas Walters
Lucas Walters
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Cotton
Sam Cotton
Songwriter
Lucas Walters
Lucas Walters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Cotton
Sam Cotton
Producer
Ben Roberts
Ben Roberts
Producer

Lyrics

Come through with the flavour
I ain't like ned Flanders no neighbour
When the tell me to come tru with the tunes then u know I'll turn up the gainer
Do a backflip throw it back I'll catch it
They can't match it light it up a matchstick
Spark it puff puff then I bounce
That's only one zoot come back for the ounce
Daily I've been going crazy, hate me It don't really faze me faze me
My girl a flower she my daisy daisy
Lady bird ting ting she my baby baby
And when I run to the shops, the shopkeeper already knows what I want
But lemme not stunt or front
Cos a Pret A Manger is what I need for the lunch
T'as des beaux yeux comment tu t'appelles?
Ain't seen the pearl inside, love the shell
Coming like Lausse she my Belle Bouteille
Said she fell from heaven I ain't even seen the hell
Drinks all night in the party I cant see yeah not hardly
Take her outside while they're bumping Carti
Is this love I might have to ask Marley
There's always two sides, sun and the rain, but the sun shines through, that's a rainbow
Watch my Ps and Qs like Kano
But they know I ain't got no halo
Reach, out for the stars, grab mars
Get two cars and they both go fast
Like the tortoise and the hare man this ain't fair but I'm gonna get there long it'll last
I've got bills to pay
Don't tell me who's late
Call it down to fate
I don't know my mates
They think I'm awake
But I am asleep
It's the time for me
To get down and deep
I've got bills to pay
Don't tell me who's late
Call it down to fate
I don't know my mates
They think I'm awake
But I am asleep
It's the time for me
To get down and deep
Three girls in a four seater
Got the next one home imma go meet her,
Said she wan chill domino pizza
Gave a side eyed smile like Mona Lisa
Meatiator agitate her elevator see you later
I'm leaving
Got a meeting
With a bad one back that I'm preeing, maybe I'm feeling
They love the rhymes and the flow
Everybody know that the kids down low
Lowkey but the vibe is elite
The clothes are a trick but the eyes are a treat
Halloweening I'm screaming
But up in the pics I'm cheesing
Take hits from the spliff I'm creasing
No air force I be army greening
The fade stays sharp pull strings like a harp
Leave my number and a nice remark
Step outside in the dark
Bun zoots in the park
And I Stare at the stars
Blowing out gas like cars
Blowing out bars for the charts
You I know I make tunes for the chill time or I make tunes that'll make you wanna dance
I don't want nothing else
I just want them to see me
I don't want nothing else
I just want them to feel me
Get myself on that shelf
So that them man wan be me
I don't want nothing else
I don't want nothing else
I've got bills to pay
Don't tell me who's late
Call it down to fate
I don't know my mates
They think I'm awake
But I am asleep
It's the time for me
To get down and deep
I've got bills to pay
Don't tell me who's late
Call it down to fate
I don't know my mates
They think I'm awake
But I am asleep
It's the time for me
To get down and deep
Written by: Lucas Walters, Sam Cotton
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