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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Breakey
Bruce Breakey
Harmony Vocals
Simonas Kuzmickas
Simonas Kuzmickas
Guitar
Arhan Alfred Branch
Arhan Alfred Branch
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Breakey
Bruce Breakey
Songwriter
Simonas Kuzmickas
Simonas Kuzmickas
Songwriter
Arhan Alfred Branch
Arhan Alfred Branch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Breakey
Bruce Breakey
Producer
Simonas Kuzmickas
Simonas Kuzmickas
Producer

Lyrics

Na that's perfect Why does everything in my life turn to shit? My ex told me I manifested it If every penstroke on the paper makes a hit Then why the fuck am I back down the job center? Tell me quick 'cause I'm running out time, running out of time Running out of money, out of patience, out my mind I'm sick and tired of being nice Back slap a club promoter twice 'Cause bruv, you're playing with my life I don't understand why it's so hard to pay me for the night (Just pay me the money) look, I don't wanna start a fight But don't take me for a mug, I'm not the guy Blondie with the blue eyes Mommy always told me, "Act your age and not your shoe size" Fly away to blue skies Instead of flying off the handle down the local on a school night Talking like you know me but you don't Talking like you will but you won't Talking like you know me but you don't (know me) Talking like you know me but you don't (know me) Talking like you 'bout it but you aren't Talking like you can but you can't Talking like you know me but you don't (know me) Talking like you know me but you don't (Mm) crack another bottle So ducked up that I'm walking with a waddle Answering how I make my money is a struggle Six foot in shoes so I suppose that I'm a model (mm) Call myself a catholic but I've never read a scripture Only Moses that I know goes by the name of Victor (what's Ebola?) I don't even smoke but I might hold one for the picture Your girl said that I'm handsome, who are you to contradict her? Don't give me back chat, act like you're the Big Mac There's only one of me, you're dime a dozen like a Tic Tac I can steal you're girl, and I don't even need a six pack I'm cooler than a pimp named Slick Back Talking like you know me but you don't Talking like you will but you won't Talking like you know me but you don't (know me) Talking like you know me but you don't (know me) Talking like you 'bout it but you aren't (but you aren't) Talking like you can but you can't (but you can't, mate) Talking like you know me but you don't (know me, don't know) Talking like (you know me but you don't, oh no) you don't You don't (know me) You don't (know me) (You know me but you don't, oh no) You don't (know me)
Writer(s): Ahran Alfred Branch, Bruce Breakey, Simonas Kuzmickas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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