Description
Producer: Adam Bergestål
Vocals: Bolaget
Producer: Malte Höglund
Composer, Writer: Adam Bergestål
Composer, Writer: Gustav Jörgensen
Composer, Writer: Malte Höglund
Composer, Writer: Oliver Norqvist
Composer, Writer: William Ahlborg
Lyrics and translation
Original
I'm waking up in a church on a Sunday
I'm tryna make what I'm worth on a Monday
Don't wanna brag, but I'm drunk on a Tuesday
And it's all your problem now
Go ahead and run your mouth
I don't even get what you're on about
All I know is you're trying to call me out
So let this be a lesson for you
I'll show you the moves (moves, moves, moves)
So go ahead and fuck me up
I don't wanna go inside and talk it out
And I just need somebody who could knock me out
Then I'ma get a shot and set it off tonight
So go ahead
Go ahead and fuck me up
I don't wanna go inside and talk it out
And I just need somebody who could knock me out
Then I'ma get a shot and set it off tonight
So go ahead, go ahead
So go ahead and hate me
I don't need nobody here to save me
I just need somebody who could break me
Then wake me up and do it all again
Then do it all again
'Cause lately, I've been drinking outta bottles all day
The cigarettes are calling, begging me to stay
Do I think about tomorrow? Yeah, no way, no way, no way
So go ahead and fuck me up
I don't wanna go inside and talk it out
And I just need somebody who could knock me out
Then I'ma get a shot and set it off tonight
So go ahead
Go ahead and fuck me up
I don't wanna go inside and talk it out
And I just need somebody who could knock me out
Then I'ma get a shot and set it off tonight
So go ahead
Go ahead and fuck me up
I don't wanna go inside and talk it out
And I just need somebody who could knock me out
Then I'ma get a shot and set it off tonight
Off tonight for you