Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bazzi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Marlon Lindsay-Keay
Composer
Kevin White
Composer
Bobby Vinton
Composer
Andrew Bazzi
Composer
Gene Allen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bazzi
Producer
Kevin White
Producer
Believve
Producer
Lyrics
[PreChorus]
Girl, you know I'm not sleeping, yeah, you know I'm not sleeping alone, yeah
I be chillin' in the crib, but without you, this ain't a home
I be counting up the digits, put another number into this phone
I'm surrounded by these faces, but right now
[Chorus]
I'm mister lonely
Pull up to the party
Okay, okay, take her home, and I catch a body
Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, and I still feel alone, ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
[Verse 1]
They wanna slide all night, I miss your shiny light
I gotta tell you something, I'd like to make this right
Swing like a heavy weight, girl, I won't hesitate
I'd throw it all away just so I could see your face
They all love how it feel, but you love when it's real
Caught up in sex appeal, that all came with the deal
I gotta tell you something, girl, just come through and chill
You know they don't mean nothing, baby, our fate is sealed
[PreChorus]
Yeah, you know I'm not sleeping, girl, you know I'm not sleeping alone
I be living in this house, but without you, it ain't a home, yeah
I be counting up the digits, pull another number outta this phone
Surrounded by these faces, but right now
[Chorus]
I'm mister lonely
Pull up to the party
I take her home, and I catch a body
And I still feel alone
[Bridge]
Remember, we was in London
You had a dream I was runnin'
End of the world, it was comin'
Don't tell me it was for nothin'
[Verse 2]
But won't you just stay around for a while, wait around?
So you won't stay here, wait for me to figure out
All my champagne problems, jet is heading south
Just tell me that you're okay, lie straight from your mouth
[PreChorus]
Yeah, you know I'm not sleeping, girl, you know I'm not sleeping alone
I be living in this house, but without you, it ain't a home
I be counting up the digits, pull another number outta this phone (Into this phone)
Surrounded by these faces, but right now
[Chorus]
I'm mister lonely
Pull up to the party
I take her home, and I catch a body
And I still feel alone, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Andrew Bazzi, Bobby Vinton, Corey Marlon Lindsay-Keay, Gene Allan, Kevin White