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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maya Belot
Maya Belot
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Barnes
Stephen Barnes
Lyrics
Maya Belot
Maya Belot
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Streaky
Streaky
Mastering Engineer
Jordan Timms
Jordan Timms
Mixing Engineer
Maya Belot
Maya Belot
Producer
Max Margolis
Max Margolis
Producer

Letra

Sorry I didn't say hi Wasn't it you Who said you'd come through Declined every call And stayed nice and quiet I guess that you Found your phone Two years later In the paper Now you wanna know what's going on Find sort funny (Funny) Whoopsy! Now you want some money (Money) Get your hand out of my bag! But grudges are something I hold Never letting go Bitch you know how many records I've sold?! Have you lost your mind! Ain't it shame (Uh oh) That you sent out of office replies And now my name (Uh oh) Could have you flying private to Hawaï Ain't it shame (Uh oh) But you've only got your self to blame Ain't it a shame (Uh oh) Ain't it a shame Tried to Get on the list to my show My security, were calling me Coz trust they already know You're the Thought after the thought after the though after the thought Every so called agent you know Uh oh And now their saying (Ooo we love you we always believed That you had it in you to sell all these seats) Stop shut up! But grudges are something I hold Never letting go Bitch you know how many records I've sold?! Have you lost your mind! Ain't it shame (Uh oh) That you sent out of office replies And now my name (Uh oh) Could have you flying private to Hawaï Ain't it shame (Uh oh) But you've only got your self to blame Ain't it a shame (Uh oh) Ain't it a shame La lala la la la Ha ha ha ha ha ha Nah nah nah nah La la la la la la (Ooo we love you we always believed That you had it in you to sell all these seats)
Writer(s): Stephen Frederick Barnes, Maya Belot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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