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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

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 bein' rich when your family ain't? It's like flyin' first class on a crashin' plane Dinners with the same niggas, just higher bills And all the models Himalayan, they got higher heels 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 I had dreams of doin' architecture Or sittin' through a Harvard lecture How the fuck I end up bein' Harvey Specter? Young black art collector, I could take the pressure Had the scales, now suits that come made to measure I drew the thin line between love and hate Double date, what you drinkin'? Let me cut the games Backstabbin' man, I'd rather that you cut my face If I ain't charmin' to women, it's all the fuckin' snakes You idolize the girl, there's no way I wife her She only fucks with rich niggas, that's the way I like it I can't fabricate the truth, it's just the way I write it You got points on your creative license Ask Rapz, that's a criminal graduatin' in civil law Nothin' ain't civil 'bout the Civil War Grip a four, Gryffindor, this'll have you lyin' on your chest I got 99 marks, I wasn't tryin' 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 payin' the alimony to numb all the acrimony The flight is to Santorini, the car is a Lamborghini The cheese, the cheddar, the mozzarella, the fettuccini the only aim Look at my ego in the daily life You see what happens when you got the fuckin' game in a vice We're all alone I got a message from a kid on Sunday mornin' Said he don't know what to do And that he's thinkin' of killin' 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 pissin' myself I just want my flowers while I'm here So I can put them at the front of the grave That I've been diggin' myself I grew up in a two-bed flat with seven people livin' 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 have pictured myself We're from Nigeria, Benin City, Sin City Don't know what it's like? Take a trip for yourself Poverty's killin' us, the government's killin' us If they ain't killin' us, then we're killin' ourselves I would die for the niggas I love My life's full of plotholes, and I'm fillin' 'em up I told mummy, "I ain't nothin' like my father" I'ma show her there's a different definition to love I tell my fans we're all alone in this together You can trust me All the shit you been feelin', you're feelin' with me We all the took the wrong turns in different streets We all cry the same tears on different cheeks I got a message from a kid on Monday mornin' Said he's grateful I responded and he's feelin' at peace with himself Me and him got more in common than he thinks But I tell him it's nothin' big, so I can go on and live with myself I knew that God would cast me as the leader Somethin' special when he messaged me and told me that I saved his life In 23 years, I done so much wrong But in that moment, I just felt like I had made it right (Hey Dave, it's Mollie Cowen) (Um, we sent to you a, um, movie) (An NDA to sign, um, in an e-mail and also by DocuSign) (For, um, a movie called... um, which... is directing with...) (Nina Gold is casting) (Ehm, there's very little info that we have) (But, um) (I think we definitely want to put our hat in the ring for and go for) (If there is a way in which you could do a take out there) (Please have a look and get back right away, thanks, bye)
Writer(s): David Orobosa Omoregie, Asei Kobayashi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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