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Doja Cat - Love To Dream (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Kurtis Mckenzie
Kurtis Mckenzie
Songwriter
Jamil Chammas
Jamil Chammas
Songwriter
Khaled Rohaim
Khaled Rohaim
Songwriter
Siddharth Mallick
Siddharth Mallick
Songwriter
Maciej Margol-Gromada
Maciej Margol-Gromada
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Executive Producer
Kurtis Mckenzie
Kurtis Mckenzie
Producer
Digi
Digi
Producer
Khaled Rohaim
Khaled Rohaim
Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Hector Vega
Hector Vega
Assistant Engineer
Fili Filizzola
Fili Filizzola
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Connor Hedge
Connor Hedge
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Yeti Beats
Yeti Beats
Executive Producer
Kayla Reagan
Kayla Reagan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I know what you mean, you don't fuck with randoms I got everything, everything but real love I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out Or you could leave me there, 'cause We just love to dream In my fantasy when you woke up, oh It's not you, baby, it's just me I don't believe what I just lost I don't want to close my eyes Nobody wants to fall (fall) after they did it all (all) I wonder if I left my body there, would I Die right in my sleep (sleep) but in reality ('ty) It could feel like anything is possible When I hear you speak, it really drives it deep Woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night It's gettin' under my skin, baby I wouldn't wonder why I know what you mean, you don't fuck with randoms I got everything, everything but real love I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out Or you could leave me there, 'cause We just love to dream In my fantasy when you woke up, oh It's not you, baby (na-na-na-na-na), it's just me (na-na-na-na-na) I don't believe (na-na-na-na-na), what I just lost (na-na-na-na-na) (I said, I said, I said, na-na-na-na-na) And I said, "Ooh, stop it", ayy I look a little like 'Nashe, ayy You look a little exhausted, ayy (yah) We should say "nah" to the party, ayy (huh) Take me home in the Bugatti, ayy (yah) Hope you like a little tear, put it on his tittie Like when ya rub my tum, ayy Jump in bed without my bonnet, ah (my bonnet) Take a minute for the finer things (yah) I don't even wanna sleep You doin' some weed, blow it in my China bang I be havin' hella dreams Pickin' up his sheets feelin' like a tidal wave Hit me if you want it right away If he hit me with the mornin' sex Show up, hit him with apologies Kicks on him with a pile of J's Bricks on him with a dick on him (yo) Put a fit on him with the Prada shades (Prada shades) Tits on him and I ride away (ride away) (How much do you want it?) Twice a day (Four times) on the holidays (yuh) King come through, your dreams come true And trust me, you won't ever fall asleep I know what you mean, you don't fuck with randoms (and I hope you) I got everything, everything but real love (and I hope you) I got in my head, I bet you could get me back out (and I hope you) Or you could leave me there, 'cause (or leave me there) We just love to dream (and I hope you) In my fantasy (and I hope you) when you woke up, oh (and I hope you) (Oh, baby, baby), it's not you, baby (na-na-na-na-na), it's just me (na-na-na-na-na) I don't believe (na-na-na-na-na), what I just lost (na-na-na-na-na), oh
Writer(s): Kurtis Mckenzie, Jamil George Chamas, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Khaled Rohain, Siddharth Mallick, Maciej Margol-gromada Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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