Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Parrotfish
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conor Lynch
Songwriter
Joseph Cadrecha
Songwriter
Matthew Rodriguez
Songwriter
Trace Chiappe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Rajagopal
Producer
Lyrics
She's callin', slippin' under
All by herself
Blindfolded, left to wander
"Won't someone help?"
'Cuz they don't even like you
(Call me what you want, but everyone knows my name)
No, they don't even like you
(I will take your blame 'cuz everybody feels the same)
Come alone
Don't be late
Put the cash inside the bag
And then come meet me Saturday
You'll be fine
Do what I say
'Cuz if you want to see your wife alive
You've got to pay me fifty grand
She's lost the track of days now
She's getting weak
If they can't pay him somehow
Things could get bleak
'Cuz they don't even like you
(Call me what you want, but I'm the one who's getting paid)
No, they don't even like you
(I will take your blame 'cuz everybody plays the game)
Come alone
Don't be late
Put the cash inside the bag
And then come meet me Saturday
You'll be fine
Do what I say
'Cuz if you want to see your wife alive
You're gonna have to pay
Come alone
Don't be late
Put the cash inside the bag
And then come meet me Saturday
You'll be fine
Do what I say
'Cuz if you want to see your wife alive
You've got to pay me fifty grand
'Cuz they don't even like you
(Call me what you want, but I'm the one who's getting paid)
No, they don't even like you
(I will take your blame 'cuz everybody feels the same)
Written by: Conor Lynch, Joseph Cadrecha, Matthew Rodriguez, Trace Chiappe