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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Programming
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Keyboards
Jordan Birtles
Jordan Birtles
Background Vocals
Lewis Berry
Lewis Berry
Guitar
Oliver Cassidy
Oliver Cassidy
Drums
Sam Hewitt
Sam Hewitt
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Songwriter
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Producer
Flange Jr.
Flange Jr.
Producer
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mic check, paycheck
From the axis back to the apex
I keep testing, stay plugged in
Keep smoking smoke till my breath stinks
Coulda been a kingpin, stay linkin'
Like Jay Z, yeah, Big Pimpin
Now we take off on bake off
Won't-won't-won't sleep till my days off, oh yeah
[Verse 2]
Waiting for the climax, wrap me up in gift-wrap
You should bag a sick bag, burning up on contact
I'll be in my sequins, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
[Verse 3]
Then you see me go hard like I might King Kong
Ooh, the boy can't go wrong
Not a hair out of place, not a foot out of line
I keep it up all night long
We're blowing up your radar, charging up your pacemaker
Buy now and pay later, keep you earning that paper
[Verse 4]
You should keep your distance, I'll be playing defence
I don't need a reason, I just need completion
Think you better relax, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
[Verse 5]
Waiting for the climax, wrap me up in gift-wrap
You should bag a sick bag, burning up on contact
I'll be in my sequins, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
[Verse 6]
Ah, yes I'm aware of my privilege
Yes, I'm aware that I'm killing it
Upping my pennies now they're tryna pinch
Taking a mile when I give them an inch
Everybody 'round me taking the biscuit and the milk out of the fridge
Jump in the Ford, end up in the ditch
Minding my business, don't give a shit
[Verse 7]
Yes, I'm aware of my privilege
Got a little gold, little gold on my wrist
Only ever drive in the car when I'm pissed
Only ever leaving the bar for my shift
Everybody 'round me taking the biscuit and the milk out of the fridge
Unless I get a bonus, I'm gonna quit
Everybody gotta burn the pixie
[Verse 8]
You should keep your distance, I'll be playing defence
I don't need a reason, I just need completion
Think you better relax, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
[Verse 9]
Waiting for the climax, wrap me up in gift-wrap
You should bag a sick bag, burning up on contact
I'll be in my sequins, it's none of your business
You should mind your beeswax
Written by: Fraser T. Smith, Murray Matravers
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