Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
LISA
Vocals
Doja Cat
Vocals
RAYE
Vocals
Victor Le Masne
Strings
Andrew Wells
Guitar
Demian Arriaga
Percussion
Eli Goss
Piano
Cassidy Turbin
Drums
Matt Kirkwood
Bass
James Burkholder
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Wells
Songwriter
Rachel Keen
Songwriter
Anthony Rossomando
Songwriter
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RAYE
Producer
Andrew Wells
Producer
Kuk Harrell
Vocal Producer
Jelli Angelica Dorman
Vocal Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Fermin Suero, Jr.
Vocal Recording Engineer
Jon Yeston
Engineer
Quentin ANDRIANASITERA
Assistant Engineer
Alex Robinson
Vocal Recording Engineer
Lyrics
(Ooh) if you tried just a little more times
I woulda made you a believer
Woulda showed you what it's like (I woulda showed you)
Every single night (night)
In the car, top down, black shades on, uh (lookin' so good, can I add?)
And I just broke up with my man, like mm (a very, very silly, silly man)
One ex in the passenger seat 'cause I'm done (done, yeah, never, ever goin' back)
Down-down, rude boy, get your foot up on my dash, got all the receipts, I'm a businesswoman
Little bit of heartbreak, a little bit of "How could you do that?"
A little bit of talkin' out yo' ass
A little bit of "Look at what you had but could not hold"
And that's on you, baby, too bad
I'm about to make it heard as I vroom-vroom
Ice-cold how I leave you 'lone, but please tell your mother I'ma miss her so
If you tried just a little more times
I woulda made you a believer
Woulda showed you what it's like (like)
Every single night
To be born again, baby, to be born again
If you stayed just another few nights
I coulda made you pray to Jesus
Woulda showed you to the light (to the light)
Every single night (every night)
To be born again, baby, to be born again
Non-believer, you've bitten from the fruit but can't give back
Nice to leave ya, but I would be a fool not to ask
Do your words seem gospel to ya now? (Your words seem gospel to you now?)
Keepin' me strong, choosin' to carry on after one
Too many lies would be wrong, so wrong
Said, he popped tags on my shoppin' spree
Stayed mad when I showed him all the long receipts
They laugh, but you crashed out like a comedy
I can't be your sugar mom, get a job for me, shit
(Ah, so) boy, let go, or let me live happily forever after more
I hope you learned somethin' from a lil' fiasco
You played the game smart lettin' lil' me pass go 'cause
If you tried just a little more times
I woulda made you a believer
Woulda showed you what it's like (like)
Every single night (night)
To be born again, baby, to be born again
If you stayed just another few nights
I coulda made you pray to Jesus
Woulda showed you to the light (to the light)
Every single night (every night)
To be born again, baby, to be born again
Seasoned like the cinnamon the way I'm gettin' rid of him
I'm only gonna make you need religion at the minimum
And I'ma do it diligent, I'm lookin' for a synonym
I'm tryna find the words to tell him I ain't even feelin' him (I pray)
Don't ever let me be deficient in
Wish that you could wake up and then take me like a vitamin
I learned the hard way to let go now to save my soul (oh)
If you tried just a little more times
I woulda made you a believer
Woulda showed you what it's like (like)
Every single night
To be born again, baby, to be born again
If you stayed just another few nights
I coulda made you pray to Jesus
Woulda showed you to the light (to the light)
Every single night (every night)
To be born again, baby, to be born again
Baby, to be born, oh, baby, baby, to be born again
To be born again, baby, to be born again
Baby, to be born, oh, baby, baby, to be born again (yeah)
To be born again, baby, to be born again
Writer(s): Rachel Agatha Keen, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Anthony Rossomando, Andrew Michael Wells
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