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Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Headie One
Headie One
Stimme und Gesang
Nines
Nines
Stimme und Gesang
KSI
KSI
Stimme und Gesang
Sara Boe
Sara Boe
Begleitgesang
Digital Farm Animals
Digital Farm Animals
Begleitgesang
Paul Hesketh
Paul Hesketh
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tom Grennan
Tom Grennan
Songwriter:in
Olajide William Olatunji
Olajide William Olatunji
Songwriter:in
Richard Boardman
Richard Boardman
Songwriter:in
Sam Brennan
Sam Brennan
Songwriter:in
Sara Boe
Sara Boe
Songwriter:in
Nicholas Gale
Nicholas Gale
Songwriter:in
Tom Hollings
Tom Hollings
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Charlie Holmes
Charlie Holmes
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Kieran Beardmore
Kieran Beardmore
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Chris Laws
Chris Laws
Mischtechniker:in
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mischtechniker:in
Jacob Manson
Jacob Manson
Produzent:in

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Tell me why you starting' a fire? It's burning up in my head Why do I always tell myself that it's not over yet? Why you gotta tear my heart out? Leave me in the rain Why do I always tell myself that it's not over yet? (One) I still got all of this beef, but no french fries Even if I die, we can continue in the next life (uh) My neck over a hundred K, no SIs (bling) The rappers can't go back to their block, the boy banned like Westlife (no tour) I done a night shift with a fucked up life switch Grinding, I had a non-existent sex life (uh) And when all your real wars within a square mile You thought you need some crocodile teeth, but not from the reptile (it's not over yet) I keep coming' back, it's not over yet (nNo) I can ice skate, on this Audermars Piguet Jakes think I'm washing up this money, like a launderette Real niggas come from the trap, and try to turn the block corporate Imagine us white collar, it still gets bi-polar We still walk with it I got the weight on my shoulders, distribute this bread like the Passover Eating uptown in some Yes Saint Laurent loafers Tell me why you starting a fire? It's burning up in my head Why do I always tell myself that it's not over yet? Why you gotta tear my heart out? Leave me in the rain Why do I always tell myself that it's not over yet? (Uh) It's Nino with a Nina, should be in arena How the fuck I end up being a wing cleaner? I'ma, I'ma big dreamer Mum told me stop hanging with them gangsters She don't know I was the ringleader Putting work in, you was with a chick They was watching Nick Jr., I was a junior getting nic' (junior getting nic) 2017, you woulda saw me with a junkie Came-came outta jail, started touring 'round the country (it's not over yet) While the broke niggas reminisce (uh) My new movie's coming out soon I just shot the pilot like a terrorist They think that I'm back on my grind, but I'm focused Like The Matrix, the plug's at the back of my mind (focused) And hold all kinds of grudges, they gotta stream the boxing While I'm one row behind the judges (Frank Lucas) I-Icy, KSI, a-and my money still long, nigga, FYI Tell me why you starting a fire? It's burning up in my head Why do I always tell myself that it's not over yet? Why you gotta tear my heart out? Leave me in the rain Why do I always tell myself that it's not over yet?
Writer(s): Sara Rachael Boe, William Edward Vaughan, Thomas Grennan, Richard Paul Badger Boardman, Olajide Olatunji, Samuel Brennan, Tom Hollings, Nick Gale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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