Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Vocals
Todd Prichard
Todd Prichard
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Songwriter
Sam Homaee
Sam Homaee
Songwriter
Jon Wienner
Jon Wienner
Songwriter
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Producer
Sam Homaee
Sam Homaee
Recording Engineer
Jon Wienner
Jon Wienner
Recording Engineer
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Producer
The Roommates
The Roommates
Producer
Ryan Dulude
Ryan Dulude
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Letras

I only showed up to tell you Everyone at this party's a vampire This ain't red wine We're all food for the bloodsuckers Movin' up under the moonlight Like the vampires Baby, careful inside where you step Can you feel the weight of the eyes on your neck? Passed me on the way down descendin' the stairs And the whole room is watchin' while pretendin' to dance It was close 'cause you don't know if you're standin' a chance On your own, right, I know you didn't make any plans And when the clock strikes twelve at night, you be doin' hella white With somebody you don't even like, talkin' 'bout your life One, two Are we dead, is this really red wine? Will you feel and live, die? Yeah Take me back when I'm feelin' stressed out 'Cause it's nearing that time I only showed up to tell you Everyone at this party's a vampire This ain't red wine We're all food for the bloodsuckers Movin' up under the moonlight Like the vampires They can tell that your mind is a mess (mind is a mess) Take someone you don't even like to your bed When it's over, you roll out, you come down the stairs And there's no sign, the party vanished into thin air Just like a ghost town, your best friends weren't even there And the whole time, you realized you don't even care When that alarm strikes seven like, goin' on your feather-white Bed of white lies, last night was a set up One, two Are we dead, is this really red wine? Will you feel and live, die? Yeah Take me back when I'm feelin' stressed out 'Cause it's nearing that time I only showed up to tell you Everyone at this party's a vampire This ain't red wine We're all food for the bloodsuckers Movin' up under the moonlight Like the vampires
Writer(s): Sam Homaee, Jon Wienner, Jose Julian De La Cruz Jr, Dominic David Fike Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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