Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Skepta
Skepta
Vocais
Cheb Rabi
Cheb Rabi
Vocais
B Live
B Live
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Composição
Gregg Alexander
Gregg Alexander
Composição
James Barbe
James Barbe
Composição
Rabiullah Sikander
Rabiullah Sikander
Composição
Sophie Ellis-Bextor
Sophie Ellis-Bextor
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Skepta
Skepta
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
Time after time
Only in the night time
Had to remind you
We can't rewind time
Finally found you
You turned the blind eye
Showed me your dark side
Said your goodbyes
[Verse 2]
She told me she loved me I was like how?
Must be cause I'm at the top right now
She thinks I'm a fool, thinks I'm a cash cow
Ain't gettin' married, ain't taking a vow
She told me she loved me I was like, who?
You said I was a joke, please tell me what's new
You been around the world, still couldn't find a man like me
Yeah I need a girl, but its not you
She told me she loved me I was like when?
Treated me like a sideman back then
Said I was the boy, said I was your best friend
Now you only text me, when you're bored in the weekend
She told me she loved me I was like, please
Too many girls wanna be the main squeeze
How can I bless you when you didn't sneeze
Im a hot boy, thats a hundred degrees
[Verse 3]
Time after time
Only in the night time
Had to remind you
We can't rewind time
Finally found you
You turned the blind eye
Showed me your dark side
Say your goodbyes
'Cause you
You, You've got to got to love me
You, You've got to got to love me
[Verse 4]
I got this brand new ting
She's mad in the head, bad in the bed
I get to grab in the neck, she's a lady, for real
But a slag in the bed, not my fault
'Cause she stays mad at her ex
She knows that mans bad with the sex
Back to the ends, bang, bang, then I flex
Spelling's fucked up, 'Cause she's mad in the text
If I leave, then she starts yellin' the feds
Uh, got another email from a female
I think I want the retail for the details
Wanna know what it would be like to free mail
Uh, and its sexy, sexy
Here's the number phone me, text me
First, you never text me back
Now its mad that we link with Skeppy
[Verse 5]
You get me, any time that we link up
Ladies wanna get down, wanna drink up
Bad gal says she love a man with tattoos
From my neck to my feet, man, I inked up
Yeah, we step in the party see the sexy lady start smile and wink up
Tell my G with the loud pack, bill it up
Grab a champagne glass and I fill it up
Who's not feeling us?
Tell 'em stay far away before the mandem hold you
I don't wanna have to tell you that I told you
'Cause we not on this talking ting
Rude boy, cool, let the ladies in
Sorry, not sorry, I gotta say these things
Shuffle the pack I can't stand with the wasteman
No joke, cause its just queens and kings
[Verse 6]
Time after time
Only in the night time
Had to remind you
We can't rewind time
Finally found you
You turned the blind eye
Showed me your dark side
Said your goodbyes
Cos you
You, you've got to got to love me
You, you've got to got to love me
[Verse 7]
Murder on the dance floor
But you better not kill the groove
Hey-hey, hey-hey
It's murder on the dance floor
But you better not steal the moves
DJ, gonna burn this goddam house right down
It's murder on the dance floor
But you better not kill the groove
Hey-hey, hey-hey
It's murder on the dance floor
But you better not steal the moves
DJ gonna burn this goddam house right down
Written by: Gregg Alexander, James Barbe, Joseph Adenuga, Rabiullah Sikander, Sophie Ellis Bextor
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