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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Morgs
DJ Morgs
DJ
Daniel Pliner
Daniel Pliner
Programming
Eugene Baker
Eugene Baker
Horn
Jeswon
Jeswon
Vocals
Thom Crawford
Thom Crawford
Vocals
Tuka
Tuka
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Tuckerman
Brendan Tuckerman
Songwriter
Jesse Ferris
Jesse Ferris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Morgs
DJ Morgs
Producer
Dave Hammer
Dave Hammer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It must be something that I said 'Cause you smile in my face Then bitch behind my back when I'm gone If I die before I wake I wonder what you'd say I wonder who you'd blame when I'm gone Ayo my flat mates are bitching, 'Why they bitching?', Maybe 'cause I never do the dishes, I leave 'em in the kitchen, Now i'm on a mission to find different ways to diss em, Leave the toilet seat glistening by the time i finish pissing, Yuck!, Listen up, Tryna tell me that I lack respect, I pimp your grandmother out if that means cashin' cheques The bad guy gettin' mad high Train my pet magpie to drop a massive shit up on your flannelette I used to be the kid that never got a lot done, Quick to drop in at your crib if you had a hot mum Steady sitting on the couch pretending to watch T.V All the while staring down her blouse tryna cop a sneak peek You see me, I'm cheeky, Yet pretty far from evil, But i'm hungry, So i'm eyeing off your dinner like a seagull, I'm ugly, Don't judge me, You're bugging while i'm chilling, I'm feeling like a hero, Why they treat me like a villain? It must be something that I said, 'Cause you smile in my face, Then bitch behind my back when I'm gone If I die before I wake I wonder what you'd say I wonder who you'd blame when I'm gone Why, why, why, why why, why ohohoh Sometimes I can't understand why you be callin' me the bad guy, yeah Why, why, why, why why, why ohohoh Sometimes I can't understand why you be callin' me the bad guy When Billy, Has a bitch about Susie to Milly It says more about Billy Than Susie Hey Milly Excuse me Can you see how silly Billy isn't it confusing Ain't it funny how Everybody wanna me tell me something, Now they seem very friendly but their bluffing Fussin' and cussing Husslin' and bustling Busy making something outta nothing I'm done with the dumb shit Throw it all away like, Rubbish in the dust bin I've heard it all today Yo i'm all love what up it's Tuka the mad hatter I'd prefer to fornicate than fuck with ya back stabbers check it Knowledge of self is a rock in my life but, Everybody's got an opinion, If not somebody's making ya mind up, And every time I give you a soap box, You're likely to pipe up but... You don't Know my love You wouldn't do it if you did You wouldn't do it if you did I said You don't Know my love You wouldn't do it if you did You wouldn't do it if you did Why, why, why, why Why, why, ohohoh Sometimes I can't understand why You be callin' me the bad guy, yeah Why, why, why, why Why, why, ohohoh Sometimes I can't understand why You be callin' me the bad guy It must be something that I said 'Cause you smile in my face Then bitch behind my back when I'm gone If I die before I wake I wonder what you'd say I wonder who you'd blame when I'm gone
Writer(s): Morgan Jones, Jesse Ferris, Brendan Tuckerman, Kevin Kerr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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