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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave
Dave
Vocals
Nana Rogues
Nana Rogues
Programming
Molly Cowan
Molly Cowan
Speaker
Tobie Tripp
Tobie Tripp
Violin
Olivia Williams
Olivia Williams
Background Vocals
Teniola Abosede
Teniola Abosede
Background Vocals
Serena Prince
Serena Prince
Background Vocals
Emlyn Maillard
Emlyn Maillard
Piano
Joshua "MckNasty" Mckenzie
Joshua "MckNasty" Mckenzie
Drums
Maleik Loveridge
Maleik Loveridge
Background Vocals
Tehillah Daniel
Tehillah Daniel
Background Vocals
Aleysha Gordon
Aleysha Gordon
Background Vocals
Desrine Ramus
Desrine Ramus
Background Vocals
Stacey Bailey
Stacey Bailey
Background Vocals
Joel Bailey
Joel Bailey
Background Vocals
Kyle Evans
Kyle Evans
Programming
Santan
Santan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Orobosa Omoregie
David Orobosa Omoregie
Songwriter
Kyle Evans
Kyle Evans
Songwriter
Tobie Tripp
Tobie Tripp
String Arranger
Olivia Williams
Olivia Williams
Vocal Arranger
Teniola Abosede
Teniola Abosede
Vocal Arranger
Serena Prince
Serena Prince
Vocal Arranger
Aleysha Gordon
Aleysha Gordon
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nana Rogues
Nana Rogues
Producer
Leandro Hidalgo
Leandro Hidalgo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jonny Leslie
Jonny Leslie
Engineer
Kyle Evans
Kyle Evans
Producer
Santan
Santan
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I remember when I used to be innocent
Ain't shit changed, I'm a young black belligerent
Child of an immigrant
Lifestyle frivolous
'Round here we keep bad company cah them people pay dividends
What's the point of being rich when your family ain't?
It's like flying first class on a crashing plane
Dinners with the same ****, just higher bills
And all the models Himalayan, they got higher heels
[Verse 2]
You know we're all alone in this together, right?
(Quiet on set, places everybody)
You know the seats in the Aston red leather like
(And action) Yeah
[Verse 3]
I had dreams of doing architecture
Or sitting through a Harvard lecture
How the fuck I end up being Harvey Specter?
Young black art collector, I can take the pressure
Had scales, now suits that come made to measure
I drew the thin line between love and hate, double date
What you drinking? Let me cut the games
Backstab a man, I'd rather that you cut my face
If I ain't charming the women, it's all the fucking snakes
You idolise the girl, there's no way I wife her
She only fucks with rich ****, that's the way I like it
I can't fabricate the truth, it's just the way I write it
You've got points on your creative license
Ask Rapz, that's a criminal graduating in civil law
Nothing ain't civil 'bout this Civil War
Grip a four, Gryffindor
This will have you lying on your chest
I've got 99 marks and wasn't trying on my test, I'm blessed
(Why?)
Because the pasta is gamberoni
The watch is a classic Rollie
The pussy is sacred
It's holy like matrimony
I'm paying her alimony
To numb all the acrimony
The flight is to Santorini
The car is a Lamborghini
The cheese, the cheddar
The mozzarella, the fettuccine
The only aim
Look at my ego in the day in a life
And see what happens when you got the fucking game in a vice
We're all alone
[Verse 4]
I got a message from a kid on Sunday morning
Said he don't know what to do and that he's thinking of killing himself
Me and him got more in common than he thinks
But I tell him to see a shrink so I can go on and live with myself
I knew that my life was a film
From when I had to share a bed with my mum and I was pissing myself
I just want my flowers while I'm here
So I can put them at the front of my grave that I've been digging myself
I grew up in a two-bed flat with seven people living with me
You don't know what I did for myself
My mum's the one that gave me opportunities
And put me in positions that I couldn't of pictured myself
We're from Nigeria, Benin City, Sin City
Don't know what it's like? Take a trip for yourself
Poverty is killing us, the government's killing us
If they ain't killing us then we're killing ourselves
I will die for the **** I love
My life is full of plot-holes and I'm filling 'em up
I told mummy I ain't nothing like my father
I'ma show her there is a different definition to love
I tell my fans we're all alone in this together, you can trust me
All the shit that you've been feeling, you're feeling with me
We all took the wrong turns on different streets
We all cry the same tears on different cheeks
I got a message from a kid on Monday morning
Said he's grateful I responded and he's feeling at peace with himself
Me and him got more in common than he thinks
But I tell him it's nothing big so I can go on and live with myself
I knew that God would cast me as a lead in something special
When he messaged me and told me that I had saved his life
In 23 years I had done so much wrong
But in that moment I just felt like I had made it right
Written by: Dave, Kyle Evans
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