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RAYE
RAYE
Ведущий вокал
070 Shake
070 Shake
Вокал
Mike Sabath
Mike Sabath
Синтезатор
Jacob Braun
Jacob Braun
Виолончель
Paul Cartwright
Paul Cartwright
Скрипка
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Mike Sabath
Mike Sabath
Автор песен
Rachel Keen
Rachel Keen
Автор песен
Danielle Balbuena
Danielle Balbuena
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mike Sabath
Mike Sabath
Продюсер
Jenna Felsenthal
Jenna Felsenthal
Инженер записи вокала
Jonathan Castelli
Jonathan Castelli
Миксинг-инженер
Josh Deguzman
Josh Deguzman
Миксинг-инженер
Chad Gordon
Chad Gordon
Инженер
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Мастеринг-инженер
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Ассистент инженера
Adam Krevlin
Adam Krevlin
Инженер струнных инструментов

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Sleazin' and teasin', I'm sittin' on him All of my diamonds are drippin' on him I met him at the bar, it was 12 or somethin' I ordered two more wines, 'cause tonight, I want him A little context if you care to listen I find myself in a shit position The man that I love sat me down last night And he told me that it's over, dumb decision And I don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin' In fact, I don't wanna feel, so I stick to sippin' And I'm out on the town with a simple mission In my little black dress, and this shit is sittin' Just a heart broke bitch, high heels, six inch In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with In the back of the taxi, sniffin' cocaine Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways 'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night I don't wanna feel how I did last night Doctor, doctor, anything, please Doctor, doctor, have mercy on me, take this pain away You're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel Toke this joint how I'm blowin' this steam Back to my ways like 2019 Not 24 hours since my ex did dead it I got a new man on me, it's about to get sweaty Last night really was the cherry on the cake Been some dark days lately and I'm finding it crippling Excuse my state, I'm as high as your hopes That you'll make it to my bed, get me hot and sizzling If I take a step back to see the glass half full At least it's the Prada two-piece that I'm trippin' in And I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean? So you might as well stick it in Just a heart broke bitch, high heels, six inch In the back of the nightclub, sippin' champagne I don't trust any of these bitches I'm with In the back of the taxi, sniffin' cocaine Drunk calls, drunk texts, drunk tears, drunk sex I was lookin' for a man who was on the same page Now it's back to the intro, back to the bar To the Bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways 'Cause I don't wanna feel how I did last night I don't wanna feel how I did last night Doctor, doctor, anything, please Doctor, doctor, have mercy on me, take this pain away You're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel, mm (what?) 'Cause I don't wanna feel like I felt last night I don't wanna feel like I felt last night Be at peace with the things you can't change (last night) I'll be naked when I leave and I was naked when I came, yeah Out of reach, out of touch, too numb, I don't feel no way Toast up, so what? Street small, but it go both ways So you'll run, yeah, but you'll never escape Sunset in the maze (you're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel) I don't wanna feel how I did last night I don't wanna feel how I did last night, oh Doctor, doctor, anything, please Doctor, doctor, have mercy on me You're asking me my symptoms, doctor, I don't wanna feel I don't wanna feel how I did last night I don't wanna feel how I did last night I don't wanna feel how I did last night Mm, lipstick smudged like modern art I don't know where the fuck I am or who's drivin' the fuckin' car Speedin' down the highway, sippin' Mixin' pills with the liquor 'cah fuck these feelings I left everyone I love on read (uh-huh) Spilling secrets to the stranger in my bed (uh-huh) I remember nothing, so there's nothing to regret (uh-huh) Other than this 4-4 kick drum poundin' in my head
Writer(s): Rachel Agatha Keen, Michael Harris Sabath, Danielle Balbuena, Pete Clements, Tom Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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