babies
Do you dream?
I only ask because you seem a little high-strung
Hanging on a string
Do you feel it when the big man
When the big man moves them?
Chat shit
It's cute that you think
It's important
I call bullshit
Lucky the Earth is burning
I wonder what your mother did to you
To make you hate yourself that much, that much
I wonder what your father put you through
You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved
You don't feel loved
Have you tried dancing recently?
A little therapy, maybe
How does hardly living really feel?
Are you still human in your sleep?
Blag it
I love when you think
That it's working
We've heard that bit
Thank God the Earth is burning
I wonder what your mother did to you
To make you hate yourself that much, that much
I wonder what your father put you through
You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved
You don't feel loved
I wonder what your mother did to you
To make you hate yourself that much, that much
I wonder what your father put you through
You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved
You don't feel loved
The 159 to Streatham station (yeah, it's like, yeah)
(But like as I said like, it's not very good in a black and white way)
(It's getting more and more)
(And it's also not 'cause of like the way I speak, I don't think like...)
I only ask because you seem a little high-strung
Hanging on a string
Do you feel it when the big man
When the big man moves them?
Chat shit
It's cute that you think
It's important
I call bullshit
Lucky the Earth is burning
I wonder what your mother did to you
To make you hate yourself that much, that much
I wonder what your father put you through
You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved
You don't feel loved
Have you tried dancing recently?
A little therapy, maybe
How does hardly living really feel?
Are you still human in your sleep?
Blag it
I love when you think
That it's working
We've heard that bit
Thank God the Earth is burning
I wonder what your mother did to you
To make you hate yourself that much, that much
I wonder what your father put you through
You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved
You don't feel loved
I wonder what your mother did to you
To make you hate yourself that much, that much
I wonder what your father put you through
You know what they say 'bout babies who don't feel loved
You don't feel loved
The 159 to Streatham station (yeah, it's like, yeah)
(But like as I said like, it's not very good in a black and white way)
(It's getting more and more)
(And it's also not 'cause of like the way I speak, I don't think like...)
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Writer(s): Stella Talpo, John Winston Hillyard, Sabrin Di Giulio
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