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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ENNY
ENNY
Performer
Joe Beard
Joe Beard
Piano
Casper Miles
Casper Miles
Electric Bass Guitar
Enitan Adepitan
Enitan Adepitan
Lead Vocals
Anthony Hor
Anthony Hor
Turntables
Pascal Balletti
Pascal Balletti
Drums
Sebastian Welford
Sebastian Welford
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Beard
Joe Beard
Songwriter
Casper Miles
Casper Miles
Songwriter
Enitan Adepitan
Enitan Adepitan
Songwriter
Pascal Balletti
Pascal Balletti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paya
Paya
Producer
Joe Beard
Joe Beard
Producer
Casper Miles
Casper Miles
Producer
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Mastering Engineer
“ClintonMixedThis”
Mixing Engineer

Letra

I can see the colour of your eyes in the reflection of sky I need a second in the mile high club I've been pushing buttons 'cause the feelings that I'm missing Need a beating and my hands don't seem to fit these gloves I think I'm calm and collected Hard and respected, pride is neglected (what?) Those gold chains on your neck look expensive Wan chop life be free from the Brexit Like look at all the mess you made And look at all these bills I've paid And look at all the days I've slaved Okay, I'm tired of being angry So if you want to try and hush my voice, you should hang me Fuck you and your gentrification Why'd you have to come on to my ends and try and change shit? Why I missed a bill and then you went and called the bailiff? Tell 'em crank 'em up and let 'em play this, like I keep going with the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old Can't keep tryna get the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old I keep tryna get the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old Can't keep going with the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old boys You're all for violence and chin checking niggas While they're all for filters and faking it in pictures It feels like the matrix, I'm dealing with some glitches I'm swimming in envious waters, getting vicious I bury my tears in tissues I'm tired of hiding issues, I'm walking and kicking bottles Need to hop in a shuttle and take off Every little bit of growth they want to break off Little situations you break up and fighting just to go make up I'm getting scared just wake up, I'm anxious, scared and unfiltered Your pain's for sale, so they'll milk it You grind it up and then bill it Your cup is done, so you'll fill it The straight and narrow just became a little more rigid, yeah But now we pop champagne in celebration I'm drugged up on the elation I got tired of being patient I saw truth and had to face it I knew then that I could make it out I keep going with the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old Can't keep tryna get the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old I keep tryna get the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old Can't keep going with the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old boys I keep going with the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old Can't keep tryna get the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old I keep tryna get the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old Can't keep going with the same old Tryna get the same old, falling for the same old boys
Writer(s): Casper Miles, Enitan Adepitan, Joe Beard, Pascal Balletti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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