Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plan B
Vocals
Aleysha Gordon
Background Vocals
Hannah Khemoh
Background Vocals
Jennifer Dawodu
Background Vocals
Marvin Cottrell
Background Vocals
Eric Appapoulay
Bass
Richard Cassell
Drums
Tom Wright-Goss
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Drew
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Rankin
Mixing Engineer
Guy Davie
Mastering Engineer
Paul Epworth
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I know what's to come
Am I feeling happy now?
I know when I'm drunk
In ways I know it always lets me down
[Chorus]
'Cause I always stay too long
Long enough for something to go wrong
[Verse 2]
I'm in a brawl
'Cause I won't take shit lying down
Right into the wall
The police are on their way right now
[Chorus]
'Cause I always stay too long
Long enough for something to go wrong
Yeah, I always stay too long
Fair ladies they're singin' my s-so-song, s-s-s-s-so-song, s-s-s-s-so-song, s-s-s-song
[Verse 3]
I got my peeps standing with me, shouting, "Pull up your socks"
'Cause we just broke the law, and now we're running from cops
I got my lip bust fighting, now there's blood on my top
And I'm still out looking for a party, somewhere to stop
I got my peeps them telling me they know where its at
So I pull out twenty notes and jump straight into a cab
I'm on my way to where I'm going, thinking I need more Jack
But that probably ain't the brightest idea I've ever had 'cause
[Chorus]
I always stay too long
Long enough for something to go wrong
[Verse 4]
Yeah, on the run from the law
I'm looking worse for wear
I go through a door
And suddenly, I find myself somewhere
[Refrain]
Something's bound to go wrong
If I stay too long
I know we're going to get to dawn
If only staying singing my s-so-song, s-so-song
S-s-s-s-so-song, s-s-s-s-so-song, s-s-s-s-so-song
S-so-song, s-s-s-s-so-song, song, song
[Refrain]
Ah c'mon
Ah c'mon
Ah c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
[Verse 5]
I got my peeps standing with me at the bar doing shots
'Cause now, we're so fucking plastered we don't know when to stop
I got my girlfriend ringing me, belling me up
I know I should probably answer but I just can't be fucked
I got my peeps standing with me and I'm having a blast
I'm feeling so fucking good, right now I want it to last
So I put my phone on silent and I refill my glass
The music so fucking banging, feel like I wanna dance
I'm at the bar and I see this chick checking me out
From afar, yes, she wants my dick, there ain't a doubt
She's got a skirt so short, make you drool from the mouth
Looking my way as if to say I'm in with a shout
So I pull a chair up and near, and buy her a drink
She says, "Cheers," I says, "Yeah," our glasses go clink
Now I'm being bad, in a cab, groping this girl
Once the cab is paid, we make our way up to the hotel
Now I'm in a lift, getting lips, standards is low
But do I care? Do I fuck? I'm on a roll, yo!
Written by: APPAPOULAY ERIC ANTHONY, Ben Drew, Richard Cassell, Tom Wright-Goss