Lyricist: Loyle Carner & Tom Misch   Composer: Loyle Carner & Tom Misch


There was something 'bout her face
Something 'bout the way that they would taste
Little lips after slipping everything she shouldn't say
Saying everything that couldn't wait
Saying wouldn't it be great
A little bait heard a little late
Years of trying me, finally, im a slip her on a date
Saying wait, the day will break
Trying to play it straight
But she was saying wake me up at eight
Now im talking late
Jack way back when I get eczema on my elbows
Before she found shelter in the shelt holes
We felt those, lows
That Heaven in the hell holes
Waiting for a situation saying we should quote those feelings
We're feeling, cause I dont get no ease in the evening
Release when Im dreaming
And she would say she can't believe what shes reading
Cause everthing I write has been misleading, she needs him

She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him

It be the, friday night
Filling it with fifa
Slum village seeping through the speaker
I need her
Deeper than the reasons had to leave her
But she ain't thinking 'bout me I ain't thinking 'bout her neither either
Believe her or let it go
It seems the latter looks like losing over setting stone
Best to bell her phone
I'd rather see her but shes never home
So I start to moan
Alone, grab her breath and groan speak after the tone like
Ayo its me what you saying
Its been a week I was playing
I know this isnt good for you but another night your staying
So help me Im just tryna find a way
It ain't no early morning lay it low no more
They say the situations straying
You're delaying, I ain't praying no more
What you playing those for
I played my cards right, twice, for nothing
No I ain't waiting no more

She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him

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Lyricist: Loyle Carner & Tom Misch   Composer: Loyle Carner & Tom Misch


There was something 'bout her face
Something 'bout the way that they would taste
Little lips after slipping everything she shouldn't say
Saying everything that couldn't wait
Saying wouldn't it be great
A little bait heard a little late
Years of trying me, finally, im a slip her on a date
Saying wait, the day will break
Trying to play it straight
But she was saying wake me up at eight
Now im talking late
Jack way back when I get eczema on my elbows
Before she found shelter in the shelt holes
We felt those, lows
That Heaven in the hell holes
Waiting for a situation saying we should quote those feelings
We're feeling, cause I dont get no ease in the evening
Release when Im dreaming
And she would say she can't believe what shes reading
Cause everthing I write has been misleading, she needs him

She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him

It be the, friday night
Filling it with fifa
Slum village seeping through the speaker
I need her
Deeper than the reasons had to leave her
But she ain't thinking 'bout me I ain't thinking 'bout her neither either
Believe her or let it go
It seems the latter looks like losing over setting stone
Best to bell her phone
I'd rather see her but shes never home
So I start to moan
Alone, grab her breath and groan speak after the tone like
Ayo its me what you saying
Its been a week I was playing
I know this isnt good for you but another night your staying
So help me Im just tryna find a way
It ain't no early morning lay it low no more
They say the situations straying
You're delaying, I ain't praying no more
What you playing those for
I played my cards right, twice, for nothing
No I ain't waiting no more

She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him
She, needs him
Uh-uh she needs him