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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
RAYE
RAYE
Lead Vocals
Amelia smart
Amelia smart
Choir
Angelina Oviosa
Angelina Oviosa
Choir
Baaba Nkansah-Asamoah
Baaba Nkansah-Asamoah
Choir
Basia Bozzao
Basia Bozzao
Choir
Bella Hales
Bella Hales
Choir
Briana Williams
Briana Williams
Choir
Claudia aka Dia Day Buszman
Claudia aka Dia Day Buszman
Choir
Ella Mae Torbett
Ella Mae Torbett
Choir
Emily Batt
Emily Batt
Choir
Gabby Barcelona
Gabby Barcelona
Choir
Isabelle Mettle
Isabelle Mettle
Choir
Izzy Withers
Izzy Withers
Choir
Jack Drummond-Joy
Jack Drummond-Joy
Choir
James Patrick
James Patrick
Choir
Molly Elizabeth Teague
Molly Elizabeth Teague
Choir
Morgan Yao
Morgan Yao
Choir
Nayana Nraithwaite
Nayana Nraithwaite
Choir
Nela Korenica
Nela Korenica
Choir
Olivia Rochester-Holness
Olivia Rochester-Holness
Choir
Precious Oginni
Precious Oginni
Choir
Promise Kadree
Promise Kadree
Choir
Rashád Cayenne-Davis
Rashád Cayenne-Davis
Choir
Ruby Mae Langthorne
Ruby Mae Langthorne
Choir
Samantha Amarachi Udeke
Samantha Amarachi Udeke
Choir
Shayanne Campbell
Shayanne Campbell
Choir
Shelbee Sophia Trotman
Shelbee Sophia Trotman
Choir
Val Njenga
Val Njenga
Choir
Izzy Chase
Izzy Chase
Background Vocals
Hayley Sanderson
Hayley Sanderson
Background Vocals
Jon Shenoy
Jon Shenoy
Alto Saxophone
Simon Marsh
Simon Marsh
Alto Saxophone
Graeme Blevins
Graeme Blevins
Tenor Saxophone
Mike Lesirge
Mike Lesirge
Tenor Saxophone
Gemma Moore
Gemma Moore
Baritone Saxophone
George Hogg
George Hogg
Trumpet
Andy Greenwood
Andy Greenwood
Trumpet
Rory Simmons
Rory Simmons
Trumpet
Nichol Thomson
Nichol Thomson
Trombone
Trevor Mires
Trevor Mires
Trombone
Dan Higham
Dan Higham
Trombone
Jon Stokes
Jon Stokes
Trombone
Ross Stanley
Ross Stanley
Piano
Tommy Emmerton
Tommy Emmerton
Electric Guitar
Chris Hill
Chris Hill
Double Bass
Luke Tomlinson
Luke Tomlinson
Drums
Tom Rees Roberts
Tom Rees Roberts
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Jerkins
Rodney Jerkins
Songwriter
Rachel Keen
Rachel Keen
Songwriter
Marvin Hemmings
Marvin Hemmings
Songwriter
Tom Richards
Tom Richards
Songwriter
Shankar Ravindran
Shankar Ravindran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marvin Hemmings
Marvin Hemmings
Producer
Tom Richards
Tom Richards
Producer
Jake Jackson
Jake Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Darkchild
Darkchild
Producer
RAYE
RAYE
Producer
Shankar Ravindran
Shankar Ravindran
Producer

Lyrics

They say the 20's are the best years of your life But I seem to be spending mine missing sunsets 'Cause I'm busy on my phone observing everyone else How I compare and obsess Just me, my phone, and these walls And I been sober for some months But I can feel the demons waiting on my downfall Since I'm so ugly and irrelevant I've been losing friends as if I'm tryna get rid of them I googled why I'm so desperate for validation and sedatives Huh, calling men who don't give a f- about me Then when my mother called I pretend I'm busy I'm tryna end up anywhere except from where I been Curtains closed bed bound, amphetamines Mhm, this devil on my shoulder, man, I'm tryna shake him off My ex is on my timeline, it's as if he's showing off My self-esteem is Facetune and ring lights My ego is conquering new heights I think I need some (I think I need some) Do you need some? (Do you need some?) Don't we all need some light? (We all need some light) Da-da-da, da-da-da (there'll be light) I think I need some I lied, I don't think I know I need some (no, I need some) I need some light (some sweet sunshine) To feel alright (please, let there be light) I see a sad little sinner in the mirror The devil works hard, like my liver I don't wanna be alive, but I don't wanna die A fist full of pills, you're a nobody Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bang-bang, that's depression at the door again You know he'll beat the door down 'til you let him in the room Since you are already acquainted, you skip the foreplay He grips you at the neck as you prepare to be screwed You try to muster a flare to tell somebody you're sinking But anxiety is an index finger pressed to your lips A whiskey bottle it whispers Since you're already bitter A cocktail fit for a quitter Come here and give me a kiss I see a sad little sinner in the mirror The devil works hard, like my liver I don't wanna be alive, but I don't wanna die A fist full of pills and rivers in my eyes I got nothing left to lose, dear God in the sky Hear my cry, hear my cry When it's too dark to see Let there be light, let there be light Let there be light Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yes, I edit my pictures to make my waist look slimmer And make my arse look bigger so that I'm someone you aspire to Let me in your algorithm, please, I know I'll only be important If I'm someone you would like, follow, share or subscribe to If you're thirsty like me, mix some pity with some self-hate Stir it up then add 12 ounces of rosé That's how I make the glass half-empty and drink it down Beneath the curse words and insecurities here lies a sorry little soul And she doesn't even know what to pray for Still just a heartbroke bitch But I traded the back of the nightclub I did for the bathroom floor I wish I could call my ex He would know just what to say (he don't say nothing at all now) It brings a tear to my eye The only thing I rely on him to do is stay declining my calls now I see a sad little sinner in the mirror The devil works hard, like my liver I don't wanna be alive, but I don't wanna die A fist full of pills and rivers in my eyes I got nothing left to lose, dear God in the sky Hear my cry, hear my cry When it's too dark to see Let there be light, let there be light Let there be light Little girls that have no self-esteem A little boy without a father tries to find him in the streets A girl I used to walk to school with took her life Now rest in peace (rest in peace) Fake democracy, killing overseas Killing ourselves, suicide Government lies, discrimination Hating ourselves Why hope? Why keep going? Why try? (Why?) Genesis one, verse three, I'll dry my eyes The only thing which darkness cannot coexist is the light I see a sad little sinner in the mirror The devil works hard, like my liver I don't wanna be alive, but I don't wanna die A fist full of pills, and rivers in my eyes I got nothing left to lose, dear God in the sky Hear my cry, would you hear my cry? When it's too dark to see Let there be light, let there be light Let there be light Yeah No, doo-do, I want that light, oh, eh (let there be light) Oh, let there be, oh Oh, let there be, oh Oh, that light See, I want that light in my house (oh, let there be light) I want that light in my car (oh, let there be light) I want that light in my pain (oh, let there be light) I want that light when it's dark, dark, dark, dark Oh, no, let there be Oh, let there be Oh-oh, li-light No, no, no, no, no, no, let there, let there be light For all the fathers and the teachers (working hard in the night) For all the builders and the cleaners (I pray you let there be light) Oh, for all the farmers and the chefs and the train drivers yes The nurses and doctors, God bless the NHS Let the pay rise, let the pay rise Oh, let there be light, light, light For all those overworked and underpaid And dreams are somewhere out of sight, mm Let there be light Single mothers, all alone (she's all alone) The baby is crying And she's crying tears, too, to her sister on the phone Bring her comfort, bring her peace, I pray Lord please Do-do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, do-doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo (Now that's what I'm talking about) Oh, let there be Lord, let there be Don't we all need a little? See, I want that light in my house (oh, let there be light) I want that light in my car (oh, let there be light) I want that light in my dreams, yeah, doo-dee Oh, babe, light up the dark yes Light up the dark Lord Oh, let there be light Lord (oh, let there be)
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Rachel Keen, Marvin Anthony Jr Hemmings, Shankar Ravindran, Tom Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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