Top Songs By Skepta
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Vocals
R2R Moe
Vocals
PoWR Trav
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Skepta
Songwriter
R2R Moe
Songwriter
PoWR Trav
Songwriter
Jorja Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PoWR Trav
Producer
John Muller
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
It's who I am, not who I wanna be
There's shit you on that I don't care to see
You make that call, you make that call to me
If it's not your cake, then I don't want a piece
[Verse 1]
Seat back on a plane with a one champagne
Yeah, I had to book that flight
You want to do private jets
Never take what I say on board, you ain't doing it right
I think I've been too polite, so nowadays I'm moving precise
'Cos if love is a losing game, then you know I ain't losing twice
Trust, she wants to be my wife, my boo for life
I told her I'm too busy for the bad vibes
I'm only coming around if the mood is right
Last time she made me spend my savings
Who knows what I'm gonna do this time?
I'm in booby trap, my guy needs a visa
He's tryna choose him a wife
Leonardo Dicaprio
I brought sand to the beach, it's a movie tonight
Sexy
[Chorus]
It's who I am, not who I wanna be
There's shit you on that I don't care to see
You make that call, you make that call to me
If it's not your cake, then I don't want a piece
[Verse 2]
Brr, brr, sexy
She's got expensive taste
Went Dover Street 'cos the ends is bait
Van Cleef her, went back to her place
Tryna beat then bail like a pending case
Looked at my phone, see bare missed calls
But I'm deep inside, so my friends can wait
How's she got me ignoring the Gs?
Got a rudeboy taking walks on the beach
Supposed to be out there making Ps
I'm here holding hands like Torvill and Dean
Told my agent talk is cheap but
Quarter mill' is my figure of speech
New pussy good, new pussy good
But the home pussy make you feel jiggy and sweet
[Verse 3]
Can't lie, man, I gotta respect it, still
She work hard, she got her own money
Miss independent, pays the bills
Intelligent, sex appeal
I don't need a gun 'cos she dressed to kill
Can't wait till we get to chill
Next birthday I might spend a mill'
Shit got hard, and she kept it real
I never used to believe in love
Then you showed me it's something that I'm meant to feel
Feel like I can do no wrong in your eyes
And you can never put a foot wrong in them heels
Said some unforgivable things and I'm still waiting for them scars to heal
If I could rewind time, I'd do it all again
No lie, you're my darg for real
[Chorus]
It's who I am, not who I wanna be
There's shit you on that I don't care to see
You make that call, you make that call to me
If it's not your cake, then I don't want a piece
Written by: Jorja Smith, Mikkel S. Eriksen, Ne-Yo, PoWR Trav, R2R Moe, Skepta, Tor Erik Hermansen