CREDITS
Director: Jo Roy
Editor: Jo Roy
Production Company: Obsidian
Executive Producer: Doug Klinger
Head of Production: Anna Heinrich
Glam: Sarah Uslan, Nikki Providence
Stylist: Amanda Lim
Video Commissioner: Targa Sahyoun
℗ 2017 Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.
Released on: 2017-10-27
Producer, Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer: Jeremy Zucker
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Andrew Maury
Composer Lyricist: Jeremy Zucker
Composer Lyricist: Matthew Tyler Musto
Lyrics:
I aint worried bout nothin
I aint wearin na nada
Im sittin pretty, impatient, but I know you gotta
Put in them hours, Imma make it harder
Im sending pic after picture, Imma get you fired
I know youre always on the night shift
But I cant stand these nights alone
And I dont need no explanation
Cause baby, youre the boss at home
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh oh
Lets put it into motion
Ima give you a promotion
Ill make it feel like a vacay, turn the bed into an ocean
We dont need nobody, I just need your body
Nothin but sheets in between us, aint no getting off early
I know youre always on the night shift
But I cant stand these nights alone
And I dont need no explanation
Cause baby, youre the boss at home
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
Girl, go to work for me
Can you make it clap, no hands for me?
Take it to the ground, pick it up for me
Look back at it all over me
Put in work like my timesheet
She ride it like a 63
Ima buy her no Celine
Let her ride in a foreign with me
Oh, she the bae, Im her boo
And she down to break the rules
Ride or die, she gon go
Im gon judge, she finesse
I pipe up, she take that
Putting overtime on your body
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
But you gotta put in work, work, work, work, work, work, work
You dont gotta go to work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Let my body do the work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
We can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh
Yeah, we can work from home
Yeah, we can work from home
Yeah
At first you will find
A prophecy of what could have been you know
(YOU KNOW)
You know there’s all sorts of crap on the TV these days
Now you won’t live after
Such disaster you’re a lot full of smashed up cars
Cross hatched in the metal when you’re cracking up
But you’re part of the pack, pup
You’re part of something bigger than the laws of nature
Mrs. Thatcher
Your cruel heart navigates the world we live in
With its anger
Going nowhere, coming atcha
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I’m already dead
Rapture, oh my lord
I been playing catch-up
I’m already bored
Lalalalala
God tell me I sure am on the list
How can you make yourself so scarce from someone you love
Oh it don’t make sense
Your love is never better than the morning after
(Morning after)
Mother Nature, coming atcha
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I’m already dead
Rapture, oh my lord
I’ve been playing catch-up
I’m already bored
Rapture in my head
I keep looking up like I’m already dead
Rapture, oh my lord
I’ve been playing catch-up
I’m already bored
Cause it’s rapture in my head
You say this is up
I’m already dead
Rapture in my head
You say this is up
I’m already dead
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