Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wet Leg
Performer
Rhian Teasdale
Vocals
Ellis Durand
Bass
Hester Chambers
Guitar
Joshua Mobaraki
Guitar
Henry Holmes
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rhian Teasdale
Lyrics
Ellis Durand
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Carey
Producer
Alexis Smith
Engineer
Adele Phillips
Engineer
Jake Stainer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lewis Foord
Assistant Recording Engineer
Alan Moulder
Mixing Engineer
Finn Howells
Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Can you catch a medicine ball?
Can you catch yourself when you fall?
You should be careful, do you catch my drift?
'Cause what I really wanna know is, can you catch these fists?
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, man down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, level up
I know all too well just what you're like
I don't want your love, I just wanna fight
We're on our way to the club
Stupid is, stupid does
Limousine, racking up
Ketamine, giddy up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, man down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, level up
I know all too well just what you're like
I don't want your love, I just wanna fight
He don't get puss, he get the boot
I saw him sipping on dark fruit
This always happens late at night
Some guy comes up, says I'm his type
I just threw up in my mouth
When he just tried to ask me out
Yeah, don't approach me
I just wanna dance with my friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, man down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, level up
I know all too well just what you're like
I don't want your love, I just wanna fight
I know all too well just what you're like
I don't want your love, I just wanna fight
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Fight, fight, man down
Writer(s): Ellis Durand, Rhian Teasdale
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