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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snakehips
Programming
Tinashe
Vocals
Chance the Rapper
Vocals
Oliver Dickinson
Vocals
Cass Lowe
Programming
Prep
Remixer
Guillaume Jambel
Drums
Llewelyn Ap Myrddin
Keyboards
Thomas Havelock
Background Vocals
Michael Le Sirge
Saxophone
Daniel Radclyffe
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Dickinson
Songwriter
James David
Songwriter
Cass Lowe
Songwriter
Chancelor J. Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Snakehips
Producer
Oliver Dickinson
Producer
Cass Lowe
Producer
James David
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
Sure, I get lonely, when I'm the only
Only human in the heaving heat of the animals
Bit of brown salt, stinging on my tongue
I will not waver, heart will not wait it's turn
It will beat, it will burn burn, burn your love into the ground
With the lips of another
'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely
Sometimes
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to you babe
I hit the bar
Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic
To the car
We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrr
Crash on the floor, catch the z, z, z's
Popping the polar opposite the NZT
Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand
But I done seen how the drugs did my main man
The nights you won't remember, are the nights you won't remember
I be gone 'til November, on my city come December
Dreams are made for cages nigga, lions are for real nigga
Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills nigga
Friday's awful chill and I just came to catch a re-
I just had to rest in peace the recipe
The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan
If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying
Hope you feel what I'm saying
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to you babe
Don't even know me
Except I get lonely some nights
When the angels on my shoulder
Slump my head
I'm stuck here with the vultures
Hissing and circling
You didn't call me
Call me
Call me
Call me
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to you babe
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to you babe
Writer(s): Cass Lowe, Chancelor Bennett, James Alexander David, Oliver Mark Dickinson
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