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26.04.2017 - Bassland Show @ DFM 101.2 - Новые альбомы от Calibre, Wilkinson, Noisia и тд.
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wilkinson
Wilkinson
Programming
Wretch 32
Wretch 32
Vocals
Paul Burton
Paul Burton
Trumpet
Mike Davis
Mike Davis
Trombone
Kenji Fenton
Kenji Fenton
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilkinson
Wilkinson
Composer
Jermaine Scott
Jermaine Scott
Songwriter
Talay Riley
Talay Riley
Composer
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wilkinson
Wilkinson
Producer
Beau Thomas
Beau Thomas
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Flatlines every time (oh yeah) We go wild, yeah, everybody clear? Flatlines (all clear) every time (everywhere) We go wild, yeah, everybody clear? 78,000 screaming sounds like a horror film It's just me and my mic, now this cannot be real I missed education, I was listening to Lauryn Hill Every verse magic, the rapping version of Copperfield Rolling round in them foreign wheels Duplicate is high, you must be popping a lot of pills The revolution's gotta be filmed I'm a braveheart, I wear the trousers and not a kilt, nah See, I kill with my art I aim for the heart, I'm Wilkinson sharp I took the sword out the stone, still I swing with my bars In the race to longevity, I feel to come last Yeah, I chill with the stars, I sleep with 'em sometimes We wake up on Mars, that's just how we ménage And I've killed every venue in a thousand-mile radius You need a vaccine, man, you killers couldn't play with us Flatlines every time We go wild, yeah, everybody clear? Flatlines every time We go wild, yeah, everybody clear? Everybody clear? Welcome to my movie Peer pressure got me feeling fruity Threw lemons at me, yeah, I made a smoothie They'll knock your drive till your car only has two seats Yeah, I'm different from them but I'll kick it with them Boys get caught out playing cricket with men But the ash burns right before the cigarette ends They ain't got the balls, I'll be like the wicket to them Growing up, we loved women like Diana See how the time changed, even Harry love Rihanna Selfie obsession, everybody grab a camera Still worth a thousand words but you can filter out the banter Stepping up the ladder, snakeskin Gabbanas Wasting my young years just giving you London grammar I've killed every venue in a thousand-mile radius You need a vaccine, boy, you killers couldn't play with us Everybody clear? Flatlines every time We go wild, yeah, everybody clear? Flatlines every time We go wild, yeah, everybody clear? Everybody clear? Flatlines every time We go wild, yeah, everybody clear? Flatlines every time We go wild, yeah, everybody clear?
Writer(s): Talay Riley, Jermaine Scott, Mark Wilkinson, Ronnie Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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