Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Programación
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Teclados
Jordan Birtles
Jordan Birtles
Voces de fondo
Lewis Berry
Lewis Berry
Guitarra
Oliver Cassidy
Oliver Cassidy
Batería
Sam Hewitt
Sam Hewitt
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Autoría
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Producción
Flange Jr.
Flange Jr.
Producción
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]
Mic check, paycheck
From the axis back to the apex
I keep testing, stay plugged in
Keep smoking smoke till my breath stinks
Coulda been a kingpin, stay linkin'
Like Jay Z, yeah, Big Pimpin
Now we take off on bake off
Won't-won't-won't sleep till my days off, oh yeah
[Verse 2]
Waiting for the climax, wrap me up in gift-wrap
You should bag a sick bag, burning up on contact
I'll be in my sequins, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
[Verse 3]
Then you see me go hard like I might King Kong
Ooh, the boy can't go wrong
Not a hair out of place, not a foot out of line
I keep it up all night long
We're blowing up your radar, charging up your pacemaker
Buy now and pay later, keep you earning that paper
[Verse 4]
You should keep your distance, I'll be playing defence
I don't need a reason, I just need completion
Think you better relax, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
[Verse 5]
Waiting for the climax, wrap me up in gift-wrap
You should bag a sick bag, burning up on contact
I'll be in my sequins, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
[Verse 6]
Ah, yes I'm aware of my privilege
Yes, I'm aware that I'm killing it
Upping my pennies now they're tryna pinch
Taking a mile when I give them an inch
Everybody 'round me taking the biscuit and the milk out of the fridge
Jump in the Ford, end up in the ditch
Minding my business, don't give a shit
[Verse 7]
Yes, I'm aware of my privilege
Got a little gold, little gold on my wrist
Only ever drive in the car when I'm pissed
Only ever leaving the bar for my shift
Everybody 'round me taking the biscuit and the milk out of the fridge
Unless I get a bonus, I'm gonna quit
Everybody gotta burn the pixie
[Verse 8]
You should keep your distance, I'll be playing defence
I don't need a reason, I just need completion
Think you better relax, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
[Verse 9]
Waiting for the climax, wrap me up in gift-wrap
You should bag a sick bag, burning up on contact
I'll be in my sequins, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
Written by: Fraser T. Smith, Murray Matravers
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