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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BANKS
Vocals
BJ Burton
Synthesizer
Nick Sanborn
Synthesizer
Ben Lester
Pedal Steel Guitar
Lazerbeak
Programming
Aron Forbes
Performer
Tim Anderson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aron Forbes
Composer
Tim Anderson
Composer
Jillian Rose Banks
Composer
Brandon Treyshun Campbell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BJ Burton
Producer
Brandon Bost
Mixing Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Sam Tusa
Assistant Recording Engineer
Aron Forbes
Vocal Producer
Tim Anderson
Vocal Producer
Huntley Miller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You want me, you want me
Want me to Stroke your ego
Beg for it, die for it
I got the touch, placebo
Nothin' that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me, you want me
Want me to Stroke
Say it's hard to breathe inside my ocean
I gave you the deep, but you're still floating
You would let me drown to save your own life
Don't think I can't see your soul is soaking
It's always in my head
Everything is always about you
You tell me you're a book that I misread
You just wanna tell me what to do, ooh whoa oh
You want me, you want me
Want me to Stroke your ego
Beg for it, die for it
I got the touch, placebo
Nothin' that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me, you want me
Want me to Stroke
Stroke
Gather all your money, make a symphony
I looked it over and the thing got steeper, yeah
And even though you wanted me sweet, you could call me savory
You're treading water and the wound got deeper
It's always in my head
Everything is always about you
(You used to get it on the low)
You tell me you're a book that I misread
(You always said I was your type)
(You said you got it down below)
You just wanna tell me what to do, ooh whoa oh
(You wanna give it to me right)
Tell me you're so good at it, good at it
You say don't wanna quit, and you
You say you won't run out of love, out of love
Say you got enough of it for two
I'm ended up, you been invited
You've been tellin' me, now I'm afraid
You're running up to the table invited
You want a taste of my lemonade, yeah
You want me, you want me
Want me to Stroke your ego
Beg for it, die for it
Hmm I got the touch, placebo
Nothin' that you wouldn't do
Lie to get back in my room
'Cause that's what narcissists do
You want me, you want me
Want me to Stroke
Writer(s): Brandon Campbell, Jillian Rose Banks, Aron Noah Forbes, Tim Anderson
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