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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yuna
Vocals
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Robin Hannibal
Drums
Thomas Drayton
Bass
Joel Van Dijk
Guitar
Simon Huber
Cello
Ginny Luke
Violin
Rob Cohen
Performer
Rex Rideout
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yunalis Mat Zara’ai
Composer
Robin Braun
Composer
Chloe Angelides
Composer
Tyler Okonma
Composer
Carlo Pes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robin Hannibal
Producer
Davey Donaldson
Vocal Recording Engineer
Rob Cohen
Vocal Producer
Rex Rideout
Vocal Producer
Stan Greene
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Hold up
Got a minute for me?
Yeah, I know I just show up, mmm
Didn't know I gotta call before
Maybe you could spare a minute?
Sit down, you said I got way too much confidence
Honestly
You didn't see the best in me
It feels like you're mocking me
And now I've gone off so far away
A castaway
But you don't even remember what you did back then
Oh, yeah, mm-mm
Now, it didn't take forever for me to move on
Make it work somehow, I know
Honestly
You didn't see the best in me (you didn't see the best in me)
It feels like you're mocking me
And now I've gone off so far away
A castaway
I think about what we had
I guess I always known I've never had the chance
You were never gonna give me a fair shot, yeah
Leave it all in the past
No use tryna dig up all the good times, too bad
You got way too much confidence (yeah)
Honestly (honestly)
It wasn't so hard to see (oh-oh-oh)
That you're not the one for me (you're not the one for me)
Yeah, I'd rather be so far away
A castaway
Ay-yo, no point in lyin', no point in tryin' anymore (more)
Change of direction and now I'm flyin' to the door (door)
Am I being used? Question kinda dumb
It's rhetorical in sum, at this point, I wanna run (run)
I don't need no handout
I'ma cook solo and we'll see how we'll pan out
May get too hot, I might have to bring the fan out now
To drown you out, I ain't know it could blow that loud, damn (damn)
We don't work out, big belly is on horizon
You don't hear me now, you really don't have Verizon
Yeah, we need silence, 'cause I need help
If I was a pair of pants, I'd be looking for a belt
'Cause you always bring me down and I'm lookin' for an up
So it's gotten to a point where I do this shit myself
Am I bein' used? Question kinda dumb
It's rhetorical in sum, at this point, I wanna run
Gotta get, gotta get, hey
Gotta get, gotta get, hey
Gotta get, gotta get, hey
Gotta get, gotta get, hey
Gotta get, gotta get, hey
Gotta get, gotta get away
Gotta get, gotta get, hey
Bet you don't even remember, yeah
Honestly (honestly)
You didn't see the best in me (you didn't see the best in me)
It feels like you're mocking me (it feels like you're mocking me)
And now I've gone off so far away
A castaway
Writer(s): Carlo Pes, Tyler Gregory Okonma, Robin Hannibal Moelsted Braun, Chloe C. Angelides, Yunalis Zarai
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