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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rizzle Kicks
Rizzle Kicks
Performer
Alexander Wells
Alexander Wells
Electric Guitar
Jordan Stephens
Jordan Stephens
Vocals
Harley Sulé
Harley Sulé
Vocals
Timothy Wells
Timothy Wells
Keyboards
Peter Hill
Peter Hill
Drums
Maddie Ashman
Maddie Ashman
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Wells
Alexander Wells
Songwriter
Jordan Stephens
Jordan Stephens
Songwriter
Harley Sulé
Harley Sulé
Songwriter
Timothy Wells
Timothy Wells
Songwriter
Peter Hill
Peter Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexander Wells
Alexander Wells
Producer
Tucan
Tucan
Mixing Engineer
Dick Beetham
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You wouldn't lie to me, would you, honey? (No pressure, but it's gettin' late) You wouldn't lie to me, would you, sugar? (Don't owe me nothin', I'm just sayin') You wouldn't lie to me, would you, honey? (I think about us every day) You wouldn't lie to me, would you, sugar? The shots keep goin' back and forth Feels like we found a new sport (new sport) I never knew then, love's never new when I'm lovin' too soon, I'm lovin' through wounds I was sad at night, once in a blue moon Ended up gettin' sad, hopin' we could bloom too Two hearts, once chance, red flags in our faces Made it out like we were blown away, but the spaces appeared, man There were voids in the shallow Turned out we were just joint at the (shadow) Poisonin' arrows, run, Forrest, run Can't trust words comin' off a burnt tongue And some-some-sometimes sex ain't the answer It's just another way to stay numb I know things different with the new match Makes me wonder why we even thought that we could do that I guess we had to learn what not to do and not to do that For a long time, I was far away, but then I flew back, yeah You wouldn't lie to me, would you, honey? (No pressure, but it's gettin' late) You wouldn't lie to me, would you, sugar? (Don't owe me nothin', I'm just sayin') You wouldn't lie to me, would you, honey? (I think about us every day) You wouldn't lie to me, would you, sugar? The shots keep goin' back and forth Feels like we found a new sport (new sport) I can feel this in my gut, this doesn't hit the same A thousand orchids on the rug, I'm stuck in wheels of shame I Googled codependency and found familiar claims I'll be real, we've got to cut these stems and start again Uh, yo, I don't wanna be a menace But this love means nothin' I ain't speakin' 'bout I'm on my way to a spiritual zenith If I can just stop breaking at the point when you deliver a sentence I'm bein' inauthentic to myself I needed love, I'm in a well Now I need help, now I need help, uh Oh, well, oh, well You wouldn't lie to me, would you, honey? (No pressure, but it's gettin' late) You wouldn't lie to me, would you, sugar? (Don't owe me nothin', I'm just sayin') You wouldn't lie to me, would you, honey? (I think about us every day) You wouldn't lie to me, would you, sugar? The shots keep goin' back and forth Feels like we found a new sport (new sport)
Writer(s): Alexander Wells, Harley Sulé, Jordan Stephens, Peter Hill, Timothy Wells Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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