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Directors: Dora Paphides
Producer: Lily Roberts
Executive Producers: Nathan Killham
Production Manager: Anita Okpongete
Productio Studio: Kode
Director’s Rep: Claire Stubbs @ Mouthpiece
Commissioner: Dan Curwin
Creative Director: Dan Sanders
Production Designer: Sasha Hilton
DOP: Kia Fern Little
1st AD: Henry Heffer
1st AC: Billy Gadd
2nd AC: Fhuad Braimoh
Gaffer: Matthew Bohun
Sparks: Eliot Morris & Oscar Whaley
Spark Trainee: Hal Pilkington
Art Assistants: Antony Hariades, Emily Leggett & DF de Falco
Runner: Romara Blake
HMU: Kristina Theo
Stylist: Phoebe
Model Maker: Christine Moon
Editor: Eden Read @ The Assembly Rooms
Grade: Megan Lee @ Electric Theatre Collective
VFX: Ikki Dhesi & Jesse Malisa
Post Producer: Ed Chambers
Make up: Kristina Theodoris
Styling: Daisy Deane and Phoebe Butterworth Dela studios

Lyrics:

Head in ground too long,
Where did leave my soul,
Where did I drop that ball,
No one knows


I been bad bad human being lately,
Damn near lost mind,
I spent way too much time,
Doing the wrong things,

I been running round round the same old circles,
I just can’t find the joy,
I run hide and avoid
All the drama all the trauma
With my,

Head in ground too long,
Where did leave my soul,
Where did I drop that ball,
No one knows


Got to get real comfortable,
With being uncomfortable,
Baby,
I guess I got lazy, lazy
Ow

Chase the gwolla..chase the cash,
Walk alone the pavement cracks,
Mama came and whooped my ass,
Cos I lost my self won’t lose the stash,

Who want money who want money yhhh,
Being broke ain’t that funny yhhh,
Member we had nothing yhhh,

All the roaches and mices were my friends,
Got a tv no licence….corned beef with the rices….crisis,
My life is…a shock…I hate surprises,
I asked my grandma why this
Keeps happening? She said you had your head in the ground too long


Head in ground too long,
Where did leave my soul,
Where did I drop that ball,
No one knows


Someone said,
I was high as shit,
I was in my world like a
Waste cadet,

But guess what, (what?)
It’s not,
What I thought, (oh?)
Only one bitch with a key to the locks,

Ugh I saw a sign like a
Blue bottle to a neon light with my,
Eyes closed,
Wings out,
And fly,

Head in ground too long,
Where did leave my soul,
Where did I drop that ball,
No one knows


Oh shoulda known,
Shoulda known better than to,
Sit around waiting for a miracle,
Show up and slap my face,
Cause I just can’t make it rain with my,

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