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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joseph Oti
Joseph Oti
Trumpet
Charlie Runham
Charlie Runham
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Saina Anise Penrake
Saina Anise Penrake
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OJAY Beats
OJAY Beats
Producer
Plamen Vasilev
Plamen Vasilev
Engineer

Lyrics

Who will I have to stroke my body at night
Did you notice, I was hurting all week
Something in my gut, it dug and wriggled around
Truth to be said, the news untangled my bound
Why you gotta kick me out the door
Did smoking, talking, kissing get you bored
Daylight goes, I'll be numbed from the blow
I should've left you drown in your tears
You done wrong, you know wrong
What's this thing you call love
I'm okay, say nay nay
Need to act like grown ups
And maybe I'll miss our secret shower spliffs
But I know it's not healthy to live like this
Who will I call to mind when raindrops hit my window
I would rather not know who's keeping you company
You and I know your anger reflects your guilt
Easily stained like red wine that I spilt
Why you gotta kick me out the door
Did smoking, talking, kissing get you bored
Daylight goes, I'll be numbed from the blow
I should've left you drown in your tears
You done wrong, you know wrong
What's this thing you call love
I'm okay, say nay nay
Need to act like grown ups
And maybe I'll miss our secret shower spliffs
But I know it's not healthy to live like this
We go round, round, round in circles
We go round, round, round in circle
We go round, round, round
You done wrong, you know wrong
What's this thing you call love
I'm okay, say nay nay
Need to act like grown ups
And maybe I'll miss our secret shower spliffs
But I know it's not healthy to live like this
Written by: Charlie Runham, Joseph Oti, Owen Jones, Saina Anise Penrake
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