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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loyle Carner
Loyle Carner
Vocals
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Programming
Momodou Janneh
Momodou Janneh
Speaker
Kisima Janneh
Kisima Janneh
Speaker
JOICE
JOICE
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Joyce
Ben Joyce
Composer
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Songwriter
Lawrence Dickens
Lawrence Dickens
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Additional Producer
Tim Montague
Tim Montague
Recording Engineer
Dan Parry
Dan Parry
Mixing Engineer
Nick Mills
Nick Mills
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
JOICE
JOICE
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Took the third time before I finally caught her name
And heard it with the clarity of autumn rain
It's the mornin', the rain start fallin'
And your girl stopped callin', but you're hopin' that she calls again, uh
Says she hates men and that we're all the same
And with somebody else, I'd probably let it fall to flame
But with her, it's like we share the same sort of brain
So I dial her up and see if I can let a fool explain
That she's the only one I'm holdin' when the day's cold
And her's the only place I'm headed when the day's old
And when the day's young, we travelled every place told
Create a move, on the new, wandered in, our place sold , uh
Cause' she's the one I thought I'd never meet
Two left feet on the leather street, uh
Joy started piggin' off a better beat
Right now is better than it's ever been, true
[Verse 2]
Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncin' back and forth every weekend, uh
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up, we get need a reason to
Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncin' back and forth every weekend, uh
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up, never be a reason
[Verse 3]
Uh, you say you'll get your coat, I say I'll get it for ya
Checkin' all your pockets, probably the paranoia, uh
Gettin' close, obvious that I adore ya
One false move and we're history, call me Mr. Moyer
Maybe you're genuine, maybe I should let you in
Maybe I should focus on myself and get to shed this skin
Or maybe not, you're half-hearted like the melanin
And livin' off this shit that this success can bring
They don't know the stress it brings, uh
Even though the mess I'm in
Two mortgages, you even know the debt I'm in
Sudden, sudden, I can't get away with anything
Li-like my phone blings and I let it ring, right now
I wrote the first verse I've written in weeks
Manager bellin' my phone, but I don't wanna speak, It's peak, uh
Reject call, message at the beep
Select all and then press delete, peace
[Verse 4]
Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncin' back and forth every weekend, uh
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up, we get need a reason to
Uh, my french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncin' back and forth every weekend, uh
Smooth like the change of the season
Break up, never be a reason
[Verse 5]
My french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncin' back and forth every weekend
My french vanilla butter pecan
Bouncin' back and forth every weekend
[Verse 6]
(Supersonic megatronic, bad, baby)
(Don't you try to put me through this test now)
(Activated radiated heart)
Written by: Ben Joyce, Benjamin Coyle-Larner, Lawrence Dickens
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