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Kid Cudi, JAY-Z - Guns Go Bang (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Performer
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Performer
Jeymes Samuel
Jeymes Samuel
Guitar
Laura Mvula
Laura Mvula
Additional Vocals
Kenneth Barry
Kenneth Barry
Bass Guitar
Eric “ELEW” Lewis
Piano
Ben Foster
Ben Foster
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeymes Samuel
Jeymes Samuel
Composer
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Composer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Composer
Ben Foster
Ben Foster
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeymes Samuel
Jeymes Samuel
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
William J. Sullivan
William J. Sullivan
Recording Engineer
PJ Munley
PJ Munley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Mixing Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eli Heisler
Eli Heisler
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Avalon be damned Venture foreign lands I laid my sword in the sand I've made my peace with man They lay a violent feast As far as my eyes can see I seek a Golden Fleece One day you'll make your peace, so Don't tempt my hand, I'm just a man A deadly scene, a weathered bein' Men must cry where soldiers lie on threatened land My guns go bang I can make the guns go bang I make all the guns go bang I can make the guns go bang I make all the guns go bang Dot 17 with the switch, it'll change you Mama always said you was an angel Papa got ghost but these doors, he never came through He got ghost but those walls, he never came through Stain glass windows on the church, I hope they stain proof 'Cause when the tides change, I'm tryna stain you (woo) Plottin' for revenge, dig your grave too Whatever you want engraved what your tombstone gon' say too Crosses on the head of an angel Sins of the father darken the doorstep, I became you Faithful to the end, woo, uh Bullets with your names drew, cock back, aim, shoot, bang Forever tries the fool There's nothin' no one can do Just holdin' on when they lose I'm makin' red of the blues I dilate the stream Flyin', livin' the dream Nothin' is quite what it seems I'm in a sky mezzanine, oh Don't tempt my hand, I'm just a man A deadly scene, a weathered bein' Men must cry where soldiers lie on threatened land My guns go bang I can make the guns go bang I make all the guns go bang I can make the guns go bang I make all the guns go bang Nigga come alive when the guns go (yeah) Aim 'em high, let the guns go (get 'em, get 'em) A nigga come alive when the guns go (yeah) Aim 'em high, let the guns go (get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em) Get, let the guns go (rah, rah, rah) Aim 'em high, let the guns go (woo, woo, woo) Uh-ah, let the guns go (woo, woo, woo) Nigga aim 'em high, let the guns go Fragile life A reflection of the past we leave behind For sake of something new Fractured smile Open windows to the wounds we try to hide Engraved in shadowed rooms Bird in flight, bird in flight
Writer(s): Brett Jansch, Kelly Jansch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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