Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Dave
Dave
Vocais
Molly Cowan
Molly Cowan
Voz
Tobie Tripp
Tobie Tripp
Violino
Olivia Williams
Olivia Williams
Vocal de apoio
Teniola Abosede
Teniola Abosede
Vocal de apoio
Serena Prince
Serena Prince
Vocal de apoio
Emlyn Maillard
Emlyn Maillard
Piano
Joshua "MckNasty" Mckenzie
Joshua "MckNasty" Mckenzie
Bateria
Maleik Loveridge
Maleik Loveridge
Vocal de apoio
Tehillah Daniel
Tehillah Daniel
Vocal de apoio
Aleysha Gordon
Aleysha Gordon
Vocal de apoio
Desrine Ramus
Desrine Ramus
Vocal de apoio
Stacey Bailey
Stacey Bailey
Vocal de apoio
Joel Bailey
Joel Bailey
Vocal de apoio
Kyle Evans
Kyle Evans
Programação
Nana Rogues
Nana Rogues
Programação
Santan
Santan
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
David Orobosa Omoregie
David Orobosa Omoregie
Composição
Kyle Evans
Kyle Evans
Composição
Tobie Tripp
Tobie Tripp
Arranjos (cordas)
Olivia Williams
Olivia Williams
Arranjos vocais
Teniola Abosede
Teniola Abosede
Arranjos vocais
Serena Prince
Serena Prince
Arranjos vocais
Aleysha Gordon
Aleysha Gordon
Arranjos vocais
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Nana Rogues
Nana Rogues
Produção
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Engenharia (masterização)
Jonny Leslie
Jonny Leslie
Engenharia
Kyle Evans
Kyle Evans
Produção
Leandro Hidalgo
Leandro Hidalgo
Engenharia (mixagem)
Santan
Santan
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
I remember when I used to be innocent
Ain't shit changed, I'm a young black belligerent
Child of an immigrant
Lifestyle frivolous
'Round here we keep bad company cah them people pay dividends
What's the point of being rich when your family ain't?
It's like flying first class on a crashing plane
Dinners with the same ****, just higher bills
And all the models Himalayan, they got higher heels
[Verse 2]
You know we're all alone in this together, right?
(Quiet on set, places everybody)
You know the seats in the Aston red leather like
(And action) Yeah
[Verse 3]
I had dreams of doing architecture
Or sitting through a Harvard lecture
How the fuck I end up being Harvey Specter?
Young black art collector, I can take the pressure
Had scales, now suits that come made to measure
I drew the thin line between love and hate, double date
What you drinking? Let me cut the games
Backstab a man, I'd rather that you cut my face
If I ain't charming the women, it's all the fucking snakes
You idolise the girl, there's no way I wife her
She only fucks with rich ****, that's the way I like it
I can't fabricate the truth, it's just the way I write it
You've got points on your creative license
Ask Rapz, that's a criminal graduating in civil law
Nothing ain't civil 'bout this Civil War
Grip a four, Gryffindor
This will have you lying on your chest
I've got 99 marks and wasn't trying on my test, I'm blessed
(Why?)
Because the pasta is gamberoni
The watch is a classic Rollie
The pussy is sacred
It's holy like matrimony
I'm paying her alimony
To numb all the acrimony
The flight is to Santorini
The car is a Lamborghini
The cheese, the cheddar
The mozzarella, the fettuccine
The only aim
Look at my ego in the day in a life
And see what happens when you got the fucking game in a vice
We're all alone
[Verse 4]
I got a message from a kid on Sunday morning
Said he don't know what to do and that he's thinking of killing himself
Me and him got more in common than he thinks
But I tell him to see a shrink so I can go on and live with myself
I knew that my life was a film
From when I had to share a bed with my mum and I was pissing myself
I just want my flowers while I'm here
So I can put them at the front of my grave that I've been digging myself
I grew up in a two-bed flat with seven people living with me
You don't know what I did for myself
My mum's the one that gave me opportunities
And put me in positions that I couldn't of pictured myself
We're from Nigeria, Benin City, Sin City
Don't know what it's like? Take a trip for yourself
Poverty is killing us, the government's killing us
If they ain't killing us then we're killing ourselves
I will die for the **** I love
My life is full of plot-holes and I'm filling 'em up
I told mummy I ain't nothing like my father
I'ma show her there is a different definition to love
I tell my fans we're all alone in this together, you can trust me
All the shit that you've been feeling, you're feeling with me
We all took the wrong turns on different streets
We all cry the same tears on different cheeks
I got a message from a kid on Monday morning
Said he's grateful I responded and he's feeling at peace with himself
Me and him got more in common than he thinks
But I tell him it's nothing big so I can go on and live with myself
I knew that God would cast me as a lead in something special
When he messaged me and told me that I had saved his life
In 23 years I had done so much wrong
But in that moment I just felt like I had made it right
Written by: Dave, Kyle Evans
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