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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
Performer
Kelly Barnes
Kelly Barnes
Vocals
Richard Adlam
Richard Adlam
Programming
Hal Ritson
Hal Ritson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
Composer
Richard Stannard
Richard Stannard
Composer
Ash Frances Howes
Ash Frances Howes
Composer
Ellie Goulding
Ellie Goulding
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Berwyn Du Bois
Berwyn Du Bois
Producer
Richard Adlam
Richard Adlam
Additional Producer
Hal Ritson
Hal Ritson
Additional Producer
Prash 'Engine Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine Earz' Mistry
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Yeah You used to call me on my trap phone That's love deeper than wishing wells I know you only call to wish me well But me, I'm doing fine I know we live in crazy times And the city's going- And bodies drop like flies Bonnies wanting Clydes Clydes dying long before their time You used to call me on my trap phone That's love deeper than wishing wells I know you only call to wish me well But me, I'm doing fine You watch the news all the time So you don't need reminding I been spending time Sittin' down, just thinkin' about it Don't let them catch you with the knife Don't let them catch you without it You used to call me on my trap phone That's love deeper than wishing wells I know you only call to wish me well Hit me up I got something to say Today they caught my boy slipping an' stabbed him To you, it's just another episode of this madness To you, it's just another black yout and his antics But out here, man, when it rains, it pours It leaves puddles on floors It leaves mothers distraught You know your Mum doesn't deserve half of the stress that you bought I know your Mum, that's a good woman, G, trust me, good to the core I used to see your Mum every time I go visit mine in prison Working nights at the front desk, just tryna feed her children But still, you playing games, games Don't get me wrong, you're not the only one here tryna be champion I'm just saying to their champions who you almost became But you don't seem to see it the same And you and your brother, you're both just like brothers to me So if you go, it leaves a hole in my soul And if they have a funeral for you, I probably won't even go I don't cry in front of people, I only cry on my own Yeah You used to call me on my trap phone That's love deeper than wishing wells I know you only call to wish me well Me, I'm doing fine You know me, young decreased lightning, always smiling I just wonder if you're fine on the other side 'Cause everybody has their struggles and their battle cries But just call me on my trap phone Alcatel, a black phone The one I make these racks on The one with all the cats on
Writer(s): Richard Stannard, Ash Frances Howes, Ellie Goulding, Berwyn Du Bois Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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