Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Snakehips
Interprète
Tinashe
Chant
Chance the Rapper
Chant
Oliver Dickinson
Chant
Cass Lowe
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Oliver Dickinson
Paroles/Composition
James David
Paroles/Composition
Cass Lowe
Paroles/Composition
Chancelor J. Bennett
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Snakehips
Production
Cass Lowe
Production
Serban Ghenea
Ingénierie de mixage
John Hanes
Ingénierie
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Verse 1]
We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only
Only human in the heaving heat of the animals
Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue, and I
I will not waver, heart will not wait its turn
It will beat, it will burn, burn, b-burn your love into the ground
With the lips of another
Do you get lonely? Sure, I get lonely, sometimes
[Chorus]
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man, I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed
[Verse 2]
I hate the bar
Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the car
We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr
Crash on the floor, catch the Z-Z-Z's (Uh)
Poppin' the polar opposite, the NZT
Hip-hop and the propaganda say they name brand (Name brand)
But I done seen how the **** did my main man (Main man)
The nights we won't remember, are the nights we won't remember
I'll be gone till November, all my city call me Simba
Dreams are made for cages, ****, lions are for real, ****
Dying is for real, **** dying off of pills, ****
Friday's are for chill and I escaped the treachery
I just had to rest in peace the recipe
The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan
If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying
Hope you hear what I'm saying
[Chorus]
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man, I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red (Woo!)
I'm crawling back to your bed
[Bridge]
Do you get lonely?
Sure, I get lonely some nights
When the angels on my shoulder
Slumber and I'm stuck here with the vultures
Hissing and circling
You didn't call me
Call me, call me, call me
Oh, I'm crawling, crawling
Crawling back to you
[Chorus]
All my friends are wasted
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man, I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed
[Chorus]
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man, I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed
Written by: Cass Lowe, Chancelor J. Bennett, James David, Oliver Dickinson

