Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Doja Cat
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Автор песен
Kurtis Mckenzie
Автор песен
Jamil Chammas
Автор песен
Khaled Rohaim
Автор песен
Siddharth Mallick
Автор песен
Maciej Margol-Gromada
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Doja Cat
Исполнительный продюсер
Kurtis Mckenzie
Продюсер
Digi
Продюсер
Khaled Rohaim
Продюсер
Dale Becker
Мастеринг-инженер
Hector Vega
Ассистент инженера
Fili Filizzola
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Connor Hedge
Ассистент мастеринг-инженера
Yeti Beats
Исполнительный продюсер
Kayla Reagan
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Jeff Ellis
Миксинг-инженер
Слова
[PreChorus]
I know what you mean, you don't fuck with randoms
I got everything, everything but real love
I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out
Or you could leave me there, 'cause
[Chorus]
We just love to dream
I fell asleep when you woke up, oh
It's not you, baby, it's just me
I don't believe what I just lost
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna close my eyes
Nobody wants to fall after they did it all (Fall, all)
I wonder if I left my body there, would I
Die right in my sleep, but in reality (Sleep, 'ty)
It could feel like anything is possible
When I hear you speak, it really drives it deep
Woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night
It's gettin' under my skin, baby, I wouldn't wonder why
[PreChorus]
I know what you mean, you don't fuck with randoms
I got everything, everything but real love
I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out
Or you could leave me there, 'cause
[Chorus]
We just love to dream
I fell asleep when you woke up, oh
It's not you, baby, it's just me
I don't believe what I just lost (I said, I said, I said)
[Verse 2]
And I said, "Ooh, stop it," aye, I look a little like 'Nashe, aye
You look a little exhausted, aye, we should say nah to the party, aye
Take me home in the Bugatti, aye, hope you like a little tea
I put it on his teeth, he like my Yerba Mate, aye, jump in bed without my bonnet, ah (My bonnet)
Take a minute for the finer things, I don't even wanna sleep (Yeah)
You doin' some weed, blow it in my China bang
I be havin' hella dreams, pickin' up his sheets feelin' like a tidal wave
Hit me if you want it right away
If he hit me with the mornin' sex, show up, hit him with apologies
Kicks on him with a pile of J's, bricks on him with a dick on him
Put a fit on him with the Prada shades, tits on him and I ride away (Prada shades, ride away)
How much do you want it? Twice a day, four times on the holidays (Yeah)
King come through, your dreams come true, and trust me, you won't ever fall asleep
[PreChorus]
I know what you mean, you don't fuck with randoms (And, boy, I need you)
I got everything, everything but real love (And, boy, I need you)
I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out (And, boy, I need)
Or you could leave me there, 'cause (Oh, baby, baby)
[Chorus]
We just love to dream (And, boy, I need)
I fell asleep when you woke up, oh (And, boy, I need you, and, boy, I need)
(Oh, baby, baby) It's not you, baby, it's just me
I don't believe what I just lost
Written by: Amala Ratna Dlamini, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Jamil Chammas, Khaled Rohaim, Kurtis Mckenzie, Maciej Margol-Gromada, Siddharth Mallick

