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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bellah Mae
Bellah Mae
Vocals
Alex Stacey
Alex Stacey
Programming
Alex O’Shaughnessy
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bellah Mae
Bellah Mae
Songwriter
Alex Stacey
Alex Stacey
Songwriter
Alex O’Shaughnessy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Stacey
Alex Stacey
Producer
Guy Buss
Guy Buss
Mixing Engineer
Cicely Balston
Cicely Balston
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You take as long as you like to send a reply Only tryna call you just to check you're alive But when I do it to you You're straight on my case, and then all hell breaks loose (All hell breaks loose) You follow Instagram models one after the other But God forbid I follow back my best friend's brother Then you lose your head Send a text saying, "How's your new boyfriend?" (How's your new boyfriend?) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh This ain't how you love me, take a chill pill, honey, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh And I just think it's funny how You triple text, then 27 question marks Take a breath, well, look at how obsessed you are Sugarcoat, tippy-toe 'round your emotions You're still upset? Oh, you gotta be jokin' I don't get how the girl is the psycho No disrespect, but you should check yourself out, bro These boys throwing toys in their mood swings Oh my God, you're such a drama king I don't wear tight dresses to try to make you jealous Not everything's about you, but while we're confessin' And I get it, you're sensitive, but you're being pathetic And you hate my ex, but I was like 14 when I met him Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh You're on my last nerve, buddy, so would you shut up for me? Yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh 'Cause I just think it's funny how You triple text, then 27 question marks Take a breath, well, look at how obsessed you are Sugarcoat, tippy-toe 'round your emotions You're still upset? Oh, you gotta be jokin' I don't get how the girl is the psycho No disrespect, but you should check yourself out, bro These boys throwing toys in their mood swings Oh my God, you're such a drama king Calm down, baby, you're such a drama king Always makin' a fuss outta nothing This ain't 1923, I'm not getting on my knees For a drama king Calm down, baby, you're such a drama king Always makin' a fuss outta nothing This ain't 1923, and I'm not the property Of a drama king I don't get how the girl is the psycho No disrespect, but you should check yourself out, bro These boys throwing toys in their mood swings (hmm) And all these drama kings
Writer(s): Alex Stacey, Alex O Shaughnessy, Bellah Mae Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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