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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Anne-Marie
Anne-Marie
Chant
Aitch
Aitch
Chant
Samuel Brennan
Samuel Brennan
Programmation
Tom Hollings
Tom Hollings
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Henry Tucker
Henry Tucker
Paroles/Composition
Samuel Brennan
Samuel Brennan
Paroles/Composition
Tom Hollings
Tom Hollings
Paroles/Composition
Tom Mann
Tom Mann
Paroles/Composition
Anne-Marie Nicholson
Anne-Marie Nicholson
Paroles/Composition
Grace Barker
Grace Barker
Paroles/Composition
Harrison Armstrong
Harrison Armstrong
Paroles/Composition
James Murray
James Murray
Arrangement vocal
Mustafa Omer
Mustafa Omer
Arrangement vocal
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bankz
Bankz
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
Joe Burgess
Joe Burgess
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Niko Battistini
Niko Battistini
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Billen Ted
Billen Ted
Production
Bob Mackenzie
Bob Mackenzie
Ingénierie
Dom Shaw
Dom Shaw
Ingénierie
Katie May
Katie May
Ingénierie
Mojam
Mojam
Production complémentaire
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Oh no, look who guessed your password right, huh Oh no, and the girl you said who ain't your type Is sendin' messages, messages, they never end That's a whole lotta messages for just a friend Oh no, had a feelin' I knew what I'd find You met up with Veronica late last night You had a bit of Elena on the side Was chattin' up Anita all last week And now you're doin' Nina, how'd you even meet her? Hittin' on Bianca, are you dumb? Got with Alexandra and her mum You're tellin' every girl they drive you mad Yet you're callin' me the psychopath I'm the psychopath I'm the psychopath Oh, I'm a psycho I'm the psychopath Oh, I'm the psycho Oh no, you got to be kiddin' You say how much you respect women I'm buying your meals, I'm paying your bills While you're out here, switchin' positions (ah) Hold up, wait, babe, I ain't finished (hold up, wait, yeah) All up in my face, girl, you trippin' (why you trippin' for?) It's not what it looks like, they're bruises not love bites (haha) Good luck with the hole that you're diggin' I don't fuck with Emily, on my life Had to cut off Beverly, at least I tried (I swear I tried) All these other girls that I can't see (huh) I just want a lil' Anne-Marie (haha, ha) Oh no, call me crazy all you like (ugh) Oh no, turns out I was fucking right You met up with Veronica late last night You had a bit of Elena on the side Was chattin' up Anita all last week And now you're doin' Nina, how'd you even meet her? Hittin' on Bianca, are you dumb? (What) Got with Alexandra and her mum (nah) You're tellin' every girl they drive you mad (ugh) Yet you're calling me the psychopath I'm the psychopath I'm the psychopath (haha) Oh, I'm a psycho I'm the psychopath Oh, I'm the psycho Oh, I'm the psycho
Writer(s): Tomas Mann, Anne-marie Nicholson, Tom Hollings, Harrison James Armstrong, Grace Elizabeth Barker, Henry Tucker, Samuel Paul Newbitt Brennan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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