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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joy Crookes
Joy Crookes
Lead Vocals
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Nathan Allen
Nathan Allen
Drums
Oli Savill
Oli Savill
Percussion
Alex Bonfanti
Alex Bonfanti
Bass
Harvey Dweller
Harvey Dweller
Synthesizer
Blue May
Blue May
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joy Crookes
Joy Crookes
Songwriter
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Jonny Lattimer
Jonny Lattimer
Songwriter
Barney Lister
Barney Lister
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joy Crookes
Joy Crookes
Producer
Blue May
Blue May
Mixing Engineer
George Chung
George Chung
Assistant Engineer
Harvey Grant
Harvey Grant
Additional Producer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Listen to this
I got plenty to get off my chest
Bitty titties, but never big bress
Don't expect me to try and impress ya
Second to none
Don't fit in in a room of plus-ones
Giving face like a tiger kitten
Can be quiet and still confident (Shh)
[PreChorus]
I shine and you get sunburn
That sounds like a you problem
Go ahead and slice your cake
[Chorus]
Call it what you want, what you want, ah-ah-ah
You can pass the salt, pass the salt, da-da-da
I got thick skin on these bones, ah-ah-ah
When a bitch don't rise to rumour
Get the words stuck in your throat, throat, throat, throat, throat, throat, throat
[PostChorus]
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da-da, mmm
[Verse 2]
Why so salty? Pot and the kettle both black as coffee
Swing low, sweet chariot, these hoes ungodly
So if you don't mind, can I feel your heartbeat? (I'd really appreciate it)
Just like Farley 'fore he passed on
Whole world watching me getting they laugh on
I'm the black sheep burdened with the backbone
Strong enough to carry us home
Sorry
[Chorus]
Call it what you want, what you want, ah-ah-ah
You can pass the salt, pass the salt, da-da-da
I got thick skin on these bones, ah-ah-ah
When a bitch don't rise to rumour
Get the words stuck in your throat, throat, throat, throat, throat, throat, throat
[PostChorus]
Da-da-da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
[Outro]
I was the only one to tend to all your drama when you're gone
I was the only one to wonder all your plans when you were home
I was the only one to tell you all the truth and make you fall
Am I the only one, the only one?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Written by: Barney Lister, Jonny Lattimer, Joy Crookes, Vince Staples
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