Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gretel
Performer
Lloyd Wayne Whittle
Electric Guitar
Madeleine Haenlein
Lead Vocals
Alexander Headford
Programming
Alexander Crossan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd Wayne Whittle
Songwriter
Madeleine Haenlein
Songwriter
Alexander Headford
Songwriter
Alexander Crossan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gretel
Producer
Lloyd Wayne Whittle
Producer
Mura Masa
Producer
Alexander Headford
Producer
Letras
Can you excuse me for a moment?
That boy's my son, my green eyed father
I loved him 'cause he is my brother
'Cause he's a brother', I guess that don't mean much
You're the king of nothing at all
You huel-fueled diet
Fake tan fucker, you say you love women
But you only love your mother
You ten pound haircut
A-DM, a-diver
WhatsApp wanker, fight club lover
Tell the world then your mother- oof
Sparkled so bright and I went blind
So when I heard, I lost my mind
He stripped the paint from my wallpaper
He was my brother, now who can I trust?
You're the king of nothing at all
You huel-fueled diet
Fake tan fucker, you say you love women
But you only love your mother
Serial vapist
A-DM, a-diver
WhatsApp wanker, fight club lover
Tell the world then your mother- oof
Ooh-ooh (king of nothing at all) ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(King of nothing at all) ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
You're the king of nothing at all
You're the king of nothing at all
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
You're the king of nothing at all
You're the king of nothing at all
Writer(s): Alexander George Edward Crossan, Alexander Headford
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