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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beyoncé
Vocals
Simon Maartensson
Bass
Gary Clark Jr.
Guitar
Rod Castro
Guitar
Nate Ferraro
Guitar
Adrienne Woods
Strings
Bianca McClure
Strings
Chelsea Gwizdala
Strings
Crystal Alforque
Strings
Marta Honer
Strings
Rhea Hosanny
Strings
Stephanie Matthews
Strings
Stephanie Yu
Strings
Dwanna Orange
Choir
Lakeisha Lewis
Choir
Camille Grigsby
Choir
Nava Morris
Choir
Naarai Jacobs
Choir
Kiandra Richardson
Choir
Phylicia Hill
Choir
Storm Chapman
Choir
Jenelle Dunkley
Choir
Princess Fortier
Choir
Brooke Brewer
Choir
Chelsea Miller
Choir
LaMarcus Eldridge
Choir
Cedrit Leonard
Choir
Donald Paige
Choir
Mabvuto Carpenter
Choir
Jason Morales
Choir
Jerome Wayne
Choir
Derek Dixie
Sound Effects
George Young
Choir
Khirye Tyler
Sound Effects
Steven Epting
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beyoncé
Songwriter
Camaron Ochs (Cam)
Songwriter
Simon Maartensson
Songwriter
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Songwriter
Derek Dixie
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Dave Hamelin
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beyoncé
Producer
Camaron Ochs (Cam)
Producer
Simon Maartensson
Producer
Derek Dixie
Co-Producer
Khirye Tyler
Editing Engineer
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Matheus Braz
Assistant Engineer
Nick Lobel
Recording Engineer
Dani Pampuri
Recording Engineer
Kyle Huffman
Vocal Recording Engineer
Cameron Hogan
Assistant Engineer
Danforth Webster
Assistant Engineer
Patrick Gardner
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Terena Dawn
Assistant Engineer
Garrett Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Conner McFarland
Assistant Engineer
Nick Sutton
Assistant Engineer
Andrea Roberts
Additional Engineer
John Cranfield
Additional Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Your body laid out on these filthy floors
Your bloodstains on my custom coutures
Bathroom attendant let me right in
She was a big fan
I really tried to stay cool
But your arrogance disturbed my solitude
Now I ripped your dress and you're all black and blue
Look what you made me do
They keep sayin' that I ain't nothin' like my father
But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars
If you cross me, I'm just like my father
I am colder than Titanic water
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head
They ain't ever been safe ones
I don't fellowship with these fake ones
So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns
Hold rosaries, and sing in stained-glass symphonies
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair
I sashayed my dress
Did my best impression of a damsel in distress
This alcohol and smell of regret allured my catch
Outfit too small to hide my scars
Feelin' bottled up like bottle service broads
How long can he hold his breath before his death?
Caro mio ben
Credimi almen
Senza di te
Languisce il cor
Il tuo fedel
Sospira ognor
Cessa, crudel
Tanto rigor
Oh, oh
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head
They ain't ever been safe ones
I don't fellowship with these fake ones
So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns
Hold rosary, sing in stained-glass symphonies
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair
Say I'm nothin' like my father
But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars
Double cross me, I'm just like my father
I am colder than Titanic water
Writer(s): Beyoncé Giselle Knowles
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