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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swindle
Programming
Loyle Carner
Vocals
Kojey Radical
Vocals
JNR WILLIAMS
Vocals
Joy Crookes
Background Vocals
Cameron Palmer
Programming
T.Koleoso
Bass Guitar
O.Koleoso
Drums
Dylan Jones
Trumpet
Trevor Mires
Bass Trombone
Sam Kennedy
First Violin
Antonia Pagulatos
Second Violin
Stella Page
Violin
Wayne Urquhart
Cello
Olufemi David Koleoso
Drums
Toyosi Jonathan Koleoso
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Palmer
Composer
Dylan Jones
Composer
Olufemi David Koleoso
Composer
Toyosi Jonathan Koleoso
Composer
Benjamin Coyle-Larner
Songwriter
Kwadwo Amponsah
Songwriter
Junior Williams
Songwriter
Neil Waters
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swindle
Producer
Cameron Palmer
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Recording Engineer
Liam Mclean
Recording Engineer
Josette Joseph
Recording Engineer
Patrick Phillips
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Say, I don't know you, will never by now
Better flow and you better mind out
Can't better my sound
Been the best in the time with the bars
And I'm settin' mine down
Better mind out, don't step in my back
If I'm hard watched, let 'em find out
Just let 'em find out, pepper my sound
I be lookin' like a letter, five rounds
Coulda bet it five pounds and nabbed out the fact
That down to white, Picardy is round the back, allowed a chat
Happy 'til the hands attack, I'm bouncin' back
We bar 'til the crowd reacts, it's like I'm inside
I speak, keep tellin' me to speak
Weren't ready for the P's, ready for the B's
It's back and I'm ready for a little bit of ease
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin' (they lost themselves)
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin'
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin' (no, no-no, no)
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin' (alright)
Funny how they didn't wanna hear me then but they hear me now
Yeah I hear that, G
Aw, funny how back then I wanted to be like you
Now the kids wanna be like me
Wanna think like me, wanna speak like me
Sometimes even I wanna be like me
All the meat they see on the TV screens
On the side of the fence where the grass ain't green
Yeah it's funny how they didn't want the feedback but they need that (ah-huh)
I'll leave that, tell him he's bad (okay)
Yeah I didn't wanna cry no more (uh)
Can't kick this, on a relapse
Hit the wee man for a deep chat
Unpack with the free fight, then I lean back
Smile on show when the brag gets out
Yeah I got a brave face, they don't wanna leave that
There ain't no time for no messin'
I keep the past in the present
They were tryin' to make darkness a weapon
I was tryin' to make darkness a blessing
And since the stakes is high (I)
I'm just a little man tryin' to get by
Big facts, no dimmin' my light
On sight, these brothers ain't killin' my vibe
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin' (uh, tell 'em)
A Pinocchio knows no bounds but he tryin' (uh)
Another brother say he run the jungle but they lyin'
And I'm feelin' more George Orwell with my defiance
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin'
Uh, triple six, turn that shit 'round, pigs flyin'
Man down, heartbreak, mum's cryin' (yep)
Yeah, the same reason son's dyin'
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin' (oh, they lost themselves)
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin'
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin'
Oh, they lost themselves in lyin' (oh, they lost themselves)
Writer(s): Junior Parkinson Williams, Benjamin Gerard Coyle-larner, Cameron Lewis Palmer, Kwadwo Adu Genfi Amponsah, Toyosi Jonathan Koleoso, Olufemi David Koleoso, Dylan George Jones
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