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Deluxe - Tum Rakak (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deluxe
Deluxe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deluxe
Deluxe
Songwriter
Vianney Elineau
Vianney Elineau
Composer
Clement Barba
Clement Barba
Composer
Simon Caillat
Simon Caillat
Composer
Elisa Poublan
Elisa Poublan
Composer
Pierre Coll
Pierre Coll
Composer
Sacha Bertocchi
Sacha Bertocchi
Composer

Lyrics

Somebody smart Once spoke and said Don't put into your mouth What you picked up from the floor And yet I keep stumbling In the weirdest scenes Warnings sure did ignore Sniffing the carpet for Trasures lost and engulfed real deep Leftover party crumbs Cat hair, blueberry gum Someday the worms will find this bottom Itch it right to the core Give me my due and more Do dial on when you feel we've gone beneath I'll remind you where I've been hiding the keys I ain't never taking no double blind chance again Until another curiosity tumbles in I ain't never taking no Taking no dumb blind chance again Till another curiosity Knocks me in the chin No blind chance again Nobody right Wants a spanking In public for all to know How close they're to the bone Bluest of skies They just seem to fall Whenever badpussy pores Bloom into metaphors The future coasts More than whats left Of assets long gained at birth Like Theuderic the first Gathering steam it seems I'd rather mess it all up before Crumbling under the bore Dial on when you feel we've gone beaneath I'll remind you where I've been hiding the keys I ain't never taking no dumd blind chance again Until another curiosity tumbles in I ain't never taking no Taking no dumb blind chance again Till another curiosity Knocks me in the chin No blind chance again No blind chance again No blind chance again Again The truck it reeks My butt is weak The sun the heat Is turning us Into rotting meat Oh soaked wet seats My soul is leeks Please do something The truck it reeks My butt is weak The sun, the heat Is turning us Into rotting meat Oh soaked wet seats My soul it leeks Please do something
Writer(s): Sacha Bertocchi, Elisa Pascale Poublan, Pierre Andre Paul Marie Coll, Simon Laurent Cesar Caillat, Clement Barba, Vianney Paul Jacques Elineau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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