Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wilmslow Funk Collective
Wilmslow Funk Collective
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevan Cooke
Kevan Cooke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wilmslow Funk Collective
Wilmslow Funk Collective
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, excuse me, could you just back away?
Why’s it your business if I park this way?
I’ve got errands to run, I’ve got places to be,
And those spots were both empty—you can clearly see.
No, I don’t have a blue badge, but I’m in a rush,
I don’t know why you’re making… such a fuss?
Do you know who I am? Don’t you know who I know?
No, I’m not just anyone, I kinda run the show.
Do you know who I am? Don’t make me explain.
Rules bend for people like me—it’s always the same.
DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?
DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I KNOW?
DON’T YA, WOULDN’T YA, LIKE TO KNOW?
(Don’t ya, wouldn’t ya, like to know?)
Hey now, why are you staring like that?
What’s with the tone? I don’t need this backchat!
I’m not here to argue, I’m just stating my case,
And you’re acting like I don’t belong in this place.
Yes, I parked across two, ‘cause I don’t need the scratches,
Do you know how expensive this Sport model hatchback is?
Do you know who I am? Don’t you know who I know?
I’m connected, I’m trusted—it’s not just for show.
Do you know who I am? Why’re you looking away?
I don’t need this attitude — what did you just say?
DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?
DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I KNOW?
DON’T YA, WOULDN’T YA, LIKE TO KNOW?
(Don’t ya, wouldn’t ya, like to know?)
But your voice… it’s familiar somehow,
I can’t place it, but it’s turning me round.
The way you stand, the way you frown…
There’s a fire in my chest, and it’s burning now.
Could it be... after all these years?
I’m stood in the car park, fighting back tears.
You don’t recognize me, and that’s fair enough,
The years were kind to you, they made me rough.
I always hoped we’d meet again some day,
Now here I am, parked poorly in your way.
Do you remember all those nights we spent?
The question I keep asking, it’s not quite what I meant…
Don’t you know who I am? Please, look me in the eye.
I know I’m rude and entitled, but now I’m terrified.
Don’t you know who I am? I hoped you’d still remember,
But the flame’s long burned out, and I just doused the embers.
Don’t you know who I am?
I’m not the person you knew,
Don’t ya, can’t ya, remember me…
Like I remember you.
Don’t you know who I am?
Don’t you know who I am?
Don’t you know who I am?
Don’t you know who I am?
Written by: Kevan Cooke
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