Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cosmo Pyke
Cosmo Pyke
Electric Guitar
Eddie Amos
Eddie Amos
Drums
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Michael Odell Miller
Benjamin Michael Odell Miller
Songwriter
Cosmo David Augustus Pyke
Cosmo David Augustus Pyke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cosmo Pyke
Cosmo Pyke
Producer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Mixing Engineer
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Producer

Lyrics

There's nothing to do There's nothing to say This love's sweet like tooth decay I spent it on that godforsaken monday I should cook brekky at home and do what my momma say I'm sitting alone, sipping a latte Heartache every single time I wake up The girl got me shake up Friend wound her waist up on me Now I found there's nothing to say Why does she cry? 'Cause these social sites This bliss is crystallized, like dolomite I need a place to sink, my aura stinks And if you'd realize I have a girl, she's the best She used to get the train, from southwest But when she hit Clapham, it happened that I wasn't in ends As friends we tend to lend funds But she knows its not just girls who want to have fun That's why- Does she cry? 'Cause these social sites This spliff is really nice, but I need a light I need a place to sink, my aura stinks And if you'd realize There's nothing to do It was a slimy day I lost my baby, now I'm fading away There's nothing ruthless, I just seem to be useless And truth gets something inside of the way I'm sitting alone, sipping a latte With heartache every single time I wake up Girl got me shake A friend round her waist Now I found there's nothing to say Why does she cry? 'Cause these social sites This bliss is crystallized, like dolomite I need a place to sink, my aura stinks And if you realize And if you realize And if you realize And if you realize
Writer(s): Benjamin Michael Odell Miller, Cosmo David Agustus Pyke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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