Produced by Iconoclast
Executive Producer — Horace de Gunzbourg
Line Producer — Justine Sautrey
UK Producer — Alex Chamberlain
Production Manager — Tom O’Driscoll
Production Manager — Laura Thomas-Smith
1st AD — George Nelson
Rep — Hands London
Commissionner — Katie Dolan
Production Designer — Sarah Jenneson
Stylist Dua Lipa — Lorenzo Posocco
Stylist Angele — Samantha Gill
Costume Designer — Ameena Kara Callender
Make Up Dua Lipa — Nikki Wolff
Make Up Angele — Ophélie Secq
Hair — Anna Cofone
Choreographer — Charm La’Donna
Choreographer Assistant — Alex Clark
Casting — Road Casting
Casting — Hammond Cox
Locations — James Litchfield @ Charles Somers Locations
Post production — Poster
Editor — Roxane Faure
Colourist — Jason Wallis @ ETC
Post producer — David Lezaun
Special thanks to Tom Knight, Kate Sharp and Malachy McAnenny
Taken from the digital edition of Dua Lipas second studio album Future Nostalgia released in 2020, which featured the hit singles Dont Start Now, Physical, Break My Heart, Hallucinate
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I do my makeup in somebody elses car
We order different drinks at the same bars
I know about what you did and I wanna scream the truth
She thinks you love the beach, youre such a damn liar
[Refrain]
Well those great whites, they have big teeth
Hope they bite you
Thought you said that you would always be in love
But youre not in love no more
Did it frighten you
How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?
On the light up floor
[Pre-Chorus]
But I hear sounds in my mind
Brand new sounds in my mind
But honey Ill be seein you wherever I go
But honey Ill be seein you down every road
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
[Chorus]
Cause honey Ill come get my things, but I cant let go
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I wake up in a different bedroom
I whisper things, the city sings em back to you
[Refrain]
Well those rumors, they have big teeth
Hope they bite you
Thought you said that you would always be in love
But youre not in love no more
Did it frighten you
How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?
On the light up floor
[Pre-Chorus]
But I hear sounds in my mind
Brand new sounds in my mind
But honey Ill be seein you wherever I go
But honey Ill be seein you down every road
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
[Chorus]
Cause honey Ill come get my things, but I cant let go
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Oh, honey Ill come get my things, but I cant let go
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Yes, honey Ill come get my things, but I cant let go
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
[Outro]
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Im waiting for it, that green light, I want it"
Lyrics:
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began
Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones go marching in… again
The need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are ever ready
Are you ready?
Im finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense
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Lyrics:
Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for their fires, loud neighbours
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city
Lyrics:
Workin on a weekend like usual
Way off in the deep end like usual
Niggas swear they passed us, they doin too much
Havent done my taxes, Im too turnt up
Virgil got a Patek on my wrist goin nuts
Niggas caught me slippin once, okay, so what?
Someone hit your block up, Id tell you if it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush