Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sports Team
Performer
Matias Tellez
Piano
Robert Knaggs
Background Vocals
Henry Young
Electric Guitar
Benjamin Mack
Synthesizer
Alexander Rice
Lead Vocals
Alexandra Greenwood
Drums
Oliver Dewdney
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Knaggs
Songwriter
Henry Young
Songwriter
Benjamin Mack
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matias Tellez
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, Visa, Mastercard
Ski Mask and a sawn-off T-shirt
Cruising in your car
Little foggy in the rear view mirror
Leather jackets, leather gloves
As we ride through what's left of a lie called love
Well, who's gonna talk?
[Chorus]
And you say
"Bonnie
Oh, this is not a game to me
They're gonna lock us up and never let us go"
[Refrain]
Incinerator
It's only natural
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Incinerator
It's only coming on
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Oh, Rolex, car alarm
Goes off if you get much closer
We will lose it all
If we can't get these windows open
Helicopter up above
As we run from what's left of a lie called love
Well, who's gonna talk?
Still
[Verse 3]
Keep your sunnies on indoors
Cruise through all the flashing blue
Cockroaches in the afterglow
Windows shaking high above
As we ride through what's left of a lie called love
Well, who's gonna talk?
[Chorus]
And you say
"Bonnie
Oh, this is not a game to me
They're gonna lock us up and never let us go"
[Refrain]
Incinerator
It's only natural
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Incinerator
It's only coming on
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Benjamin Mack, Henry Young, Robert Knaggs