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PERFORMING ARTISTS
GRACEY
GRACEY
Vocals
KSI
KSI
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olajide William Olatunji
Olajide William Olatunji
Composer
Adrian McLeod
Adrian McLeod
Composer
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Composer
Grace Barker
Grace Barker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Niko Marzouca
Niko Marzouca
Recording Engineer
Rob Macfarlane
Rob Macfarlane
Recording Engineer
Kevin Grainger
Kevin Grainger
Recording Engineer
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Recording Engineer
Robert Marks
Robert Marks
Recording Engineer
Toddla T
Toddla T
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Recording Engineer
Matt Shwartz
Matt Shwartz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I don't worry 'bout you You say you don't fuck with me But my name's on the tip of your tongue (mhm) And that's on you, baby You, baby, I don't think about you Yet I'm in your head rent-free Why's my name on the tip of your tongue? That's on you, baby, you-you, baby Livin' in the city 'cause I wanna (yeah) Tippin' many drivers in the city with a Hunna (woo) Quarantine won't stop me in the city, I'm a runner (nah) Strava with a 5K under 22 when I fly away (geez) Pink Vaporfly when I zoom Eight figure net if I enter any room Any tune that I'm hoppin' on is gonna Sonic Boom (Sonic Boom) And now my phone is ringin' (you-you, baby) Hit me out the blue, but then I never give an F (rah) Black and white, I keep it true, don't try me like a ref (damn) Mixin' with the cutter in my own kitchen with a chef (mm) Help so many people that they call me UNICEF For they all beggin' for the recipe (ayy) Son of a man that's been workin' the hardest To passin' out the energy, they pissin' on my enemies No stress over here, bossin' in my Moncler, nigga I don't worry 'bout you You say you don't fuck with me (you don't fuck with me) But my name's on the tip of your tongue And that's on you, baby (that's on you, baby) You, baby, I don't think about you Yet I'm in your head rent-free Why's my name on the tip of your tongue? (The tip of your tongue) That's on you, baby, you-you, baby And I'm livin' rent-free Big bangers comin' from the ego theory Callin' Charlie just to spend it on his jewelry Now I'm showin' it off 'cause I'm unruly Man's in everythin' like a neutron (ayy) And I keep on winnin' even when I do wrong (ayy) Too strong (woo), winnin' with my winners, but it's too long (mm) Still, I come with a drip so fresh that they all wanna tweak Lookin' at a Tory like I paid for the meat Lookin' at the catalog, paid for the beef Lookin' at the analogue, paid for the grief (you-you, baby) I'm a real bad man if you're on the wrong side Got bare space for that piggyback ride If I want it, I get it (yeah) Never regret it (yeah) If I go dyin', I'm dyin' in credit, ah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah (mm-mm, yeah) Yeah, yeah I don't worry 'bout you You say you don't fuck with me (you don't fuck with me, baby) But my name's on the tip of your tongue And that's on you, baby (that's on you, that's on you, baby) You, baby, I don't think about you Yet I'm in your head rent-free Why's my name on the tip of your tongue? That's on you, baby (that's on you, that's on you, baby), you-you, baby Mm-mm-mm-mm, yeah-ay Yeah, mm, yeah-ay Ah-mm Mm, mm, mm
Writer(s): Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Grace Elizabeth Barker, Adrian Mcleod Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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