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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Cotton
Sam Cotton
Lead Vocals
Ani Deeble
Ani Deeble
Lead Vocals
Sebastian Foxwell
Sebastian Foxwell
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Cotton
Sam Cotton
Songwriter
Ani Deeble
Ani Deeble
Songwriter
Sebastian Foxwell
Sebastian Foxwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Cotton
Sam Cotton
Producer
Ben Roberts
Ben Roberts
Producer
Oluwafeyisayo Okusanya
Oluwafeyisayo Okusanya
Producer

Lyrics

Lonely, just the thought of us together I melt
Come mould me into something I can keep on the shelf
You know I'm waiting to try
The things described in my mind (I'm in love, I'm in love)
The more I learn the more I like
I'll let you eat out and then ride (ooh)
Just one more minute then surprise
I'll be out the door
But ill come back for more (I'm in love, I'm in love)
Yeah I stay minimal
Beats are original
Call that style with ease I please with my syllables
Yeah I'm telling them that I'm so benevolent
Back to the bed again
Lights off, Fred Again
Love the tan and the brown eyed melanin
Sweet and Brazilian
One of a million
We kick back to a bit of Mac Miller and
The lights get dimmer
Then I, yeah
Like when I run for the bus I ain't giving it up
Gimme a minute ain't no need for the rush
All this trouble just to have a quick...
Now she's all up in my ear
Saying she's in love
I don't want none
I just want fun this time
Yeah you know I'm always chillin'
Always billing
Take a hit up off the spliff and I'm spinning
Sit back relax listen to some mac in the back room chilling with this ting on my lap
Watching Netflix with my next chick
Then I exit after breakfast
See the sex is serial
Rice krispies then a strip tease
But miss me with the repetitional
Get a KitKat then I chit chat
With the mandem get a ball
Then we kick that in the garden
Do a flip flap for the gyaldem
Do a Maradona
See the skills are criminal
(I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love)
Tell me lies tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies I can't ignore
(Tell me more fucking shit I don't want to know)
I just wanna fuck around with you when the lights get low and Im feeling like...
I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive
(I don't want none of that shit no more no more no more)
And it's right in this time that were flying high it's like
Bababadababa...
Written by: Ani Deeble, Sam Cotton, Sebastian Foxwell
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