Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joya Mooi
Lead Vocals
Gracy Hopkins
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joya Mooi
Lyrics
Gracy Hopkins
Lyrics
Guillaume Pernot
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quinten den Hartog
Mixing Engineer
Tices
Producer
David van Dijk
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Offences turned cold
We're only taught what we're told
Daily quotes on their mission
Not even in their homes
Determined, as they believed
They're all winners morally
Lending hands, what they took over
Their lives, we should know about
[PreChorus]
Messing with the back pages
There's so much more we haven't handled
Inner circle, here to invite the stranger
When turned ghosts, I don't see danger
[Chorus]
How many stairs?
How many seeds?
How many feet?
So little moved
Too many hands, they can't even—
How many stairs?
How many seeds?
How many feet?
So little moved
Too many hands, they can't even see
[Verse 2]
A little hope for the breed, all those that will live the same as me
A dream and a boat, grab a bit of both, let the rhythm set us free
Still don't know what the future holds, guess it will depend on we
On the field, I'm on a mission
On the field, I'm on—
[Verse 3]
No lab has seen worst
Greedy minds deep in the Congo
Looted state buried the covers
Both eyes have seen it all
Ruins of a monarchy
No care about the common people
Traded faiths and taking over
Is your soul even whole?
[PreChorus]
Messing with the back pages
There's so much more we haven't handled
Inner circle, here to invite the stranger
When turned ghosts, I don't see danger
[Chorus]
How many stairs?
How many seeds?
How many feet?
So little moved
Too many hands, they can't even—
How many stairs?
How many seeds?
How many feet?
So little moved
Too many hands, they can't even see
Written by: Gracy Hopkins, Guillaume Pernot, Joya Mooi