Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kano
Kano
Vocals
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Keyboards
Deanna Willhem
Deanna Willhem
Horn
Nubya Garcia
Nubya Garcia
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Composer
Kane Robinson
Kane Robinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kano
Kano
Producer
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Producer
Benjamin Miller
Benjamin Miller
Additional Engineer
Graham Archer
Graham Archer
Additional Engineer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Additional Engineer
Dave Johnson
Dave Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Scott Knapper
Scott Knapper
Engineer
Dick Beetham
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer
Blue May
Blue May
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, yo I don't know where to start with this
If being fatherless means no gift under trees
Fuck it, I'll plant the shit
Still got a tick on my feet
Mothers are hustlers
But pushing little sis on the swing's a box I'd rather tick
Ramping with my niece
Makes me think about the sister I never see
'Member the day you was introduced to me and Lee
You won't remember it, you was only two or three
You 'ad your hair in twists, pretty little sunshine
Dropped you off just one time
Then we didn't ever see you again
Was it the choc ice?
But maybe dad's no longer with mom
Jamaican bloodline
But I feel responsible
'Cause I coulda reached out just one time
Now I wonder if you know who I am
I wonder if you tell your friends that we're fam
I wonder if you're listening to this
Even though you must've grown all big
This one's for my little sis
This one's for my little sis
So many landmarks missed
Thirteen, sixteen, eighteen, landmarks missed
For all I know, you've got a kid that Uncle Kane can't gift
Tiny baby Stan Smiths, ah, now the match my creps
You coulda be married now and I didn't give no speech
No, not that speech
The DeNiro speech
You know where the groom goes in a headlock in the hotel suite?
You're in the circle of trust
Best treat she like queen
Family trees and olive branches
Or maybe we'll next meet when daddy passes
See you there
I'll be in my funeral suit and Jeffrey West
But maybe you've been thinking for years to send a text
But I get if you don't wanna come across like you're begging, friend
Some girl rolled up to me at Lovebox, said she knows my sis
I said "Nah, love, I ain't got no"
Shit, how could I forget little sis?
So this one's for my little sis
This one's for my little sis
This one's for my little sis
Written by: Fraser T. Smith, Kano
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