Ella Eyre - Head In The Ground ft. Tiggs Da Author | Official Video

Listen to Head In The Ground here: Follow Ella Eyre: Spotify - 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 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,