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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rag'n'Bone Man
Rag'n'Bone Man
Vocals
Ina Wroldsen
Ina Wroldsen
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rory Graham
Rory Graham
Songwriter
Ina Wroldsen
Ina Wroldsen
Songwriter
Ben Ash
Ben Ash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Two Inch Punch
Two Inch Punch
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Running wild 'round a roundabout
Got it figured out while you only go in circles
You bend light, all your walls are round
All them building block, no exit , no exit
[Verse 2]
Baby, I know my gospel, but I ain't a preacher
Sorry to burst your bubble, but somebody needs to
[Verse 3]
We all feed your ego, ego
Bang, bang, baby, down you fall
Ain't you Mister Know-It-All
Ego, ego
Bang, bang, baby, down you fall
Ain't you Mister Know-It-All
[Verse 4]
I'm singin' loud, just like you believe
How to perceive, everything you said was perfect
But livin' life so delusional
Oh, you could lose it all
No question, no question
[Verse 5]
Baby, I know my gospel, but I ain't a preacher
Sorry to burst your bubble, but somebody needs to
[Verse 6]
We all feed your ego, ego
Bang, bang, baby, down you fall
Ain't you Mister Know-It-All
Ego, ego
Bang, bang, baby, down you fall
Ain't you Mister Know-It-All
[Verse 7]
I bet you stopped to see the car crash, didn't you?
You told yourself that it's a rotten world, didn't you?
Personify the greatness, reap the rewards
Convinced the words are something real
Until they're striking a chord
You must've been puttin weight on your hairpieces, so big
You're so right, my brother, what a way to live
Top of the food chain, chuckin' the loose change
But who are they to say you got no taste?
You got no hold bars, Mister Know-It-All
No gold star, he don't know, then he won't go far
'Cause he ain't no fool, but he's tucked up at night
With a belly full of "I'm so cool", and that's life
[Verse 8]
Baby, I know my gospel, but I ain't a preacher
I ain't a preacher
Sorry to burst your bubble, but somebody needs to
[Verse 9]
We all feed your ego, ego
Bang, bang, baby, down you fall
Ain't you Mister Know-It-All
Ego, ego
Bang, bang, baby, down you fall
Ain't you Mister Know-It-All
[Verse 10]
Something's got to give
Something's got to give
Something's got to give
Something's got to give
Written by: Ben Ash, Ina Wroldsen, Rory Graham
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