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Kid Cudi - AT THE PARTY (Visualizer) ft. Pharrell Williams, Travis Scott
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Vocals
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Oladipo Omishore
Oladipo Omishore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony Vilchis
Anthony Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
William J. Sullivan
William J. Sullivan
Recording Engineer
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Recording Engineer
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Rémy Dumelz
Rémy Dumelz
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jack Lailheugue
Jack Lailheugue
Assistant Recording Engineer
Marius Van Mierlo
Marius Van Mierlo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lucas Glastra
Lucas Glastra
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah We were just there at the party She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body (uh-huh) We were just there at the party (what? Yeah) We were just there at the party (what?) We were just there at the party She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry (shh, shh) That's when she just hit it hardly (shh, shh, hot) Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body We were just there at the party (what? Shh, shh, hot) We were just there at the party (what? Shh, shh) (Hot, hot, hot, hot) Got it sewn up (up) Just a nigga creepin' on dub (dub) Tequila in my cup (up) Drink it all, never get enough ('nough, ooh) Bottle, gotta raise it on up (up), nights in my leather Niggas gon' learn the four letters (yeah) Walk in, not many better, members of the rage (yeah) Now I just flip another page (hot, hot, hot, ooh) Then I'm in Paris with my babe, shit is not the same (hot, hot, hot, yeah) Nigga never playin' (shh) Walked and I fell and I crumbled, thought I was a broken man (shh) Bleed 'til I seen I can achieve what I dream Full steam on a humboldt, always think of Virgil I was always hit with the no-no Gave no fucks, I'm not normal (up), yes, I'm different Everybody wanna talk shiz-it 'til they get punched in the liz-ip (bitch) You's a punk bizz-itch (up) I don't give a fuck what they sayin' Cleveland city roots (aroo), anybody else got loose When I get it in, tripped on shrooms And I'm screamin' out "Fuck them", runnin' with the troops (fuck 'em, yeah) I'm a top-notch nigga you ain't ever seen (yeah) You ain't happy with your life, you need to make a dream (ooh) Off a movie set, dog, it's another scene (yeah) 'Cause the uh so good, she don't wanna leave (ooh) Just a lover in the night life (yeah) Baby love me, beg to get it, this yo' stick right (yeehaw) Said she wanna swim in night vibes (yeah) I can put you on, ma, dealin' with a king (yeah) We were just there at the party She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body (uh-huh) We were just there at the party (what? Where you at nigga?) We were just there at the party (what?) We were just there at the party She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body We were just there at the party (what? Let's go) We were just there at the party (Trav, whoo!) I was just there at the function Had the shit bumpin', Vivienne Westwood with the buttons (yeah) I went no limit with the budget P in the cutty, had the hoes heavy on the money (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Took her right down to the dungeon Wildin' in the night, we ain't leavin', not 'til it's sunny (it's lit) Heavy outside, how it's lookin' (ooh) Baby not a rookie (ooh), hit the backdoor when they book me Just need you to remember four letters It's fake and the love (love), that's why the rage live forever (ever) Hot in a Comme des sweater (hot) Baby, cool me off (hot), she gon' get a top, yeah, you dig it (hot) Switch on the Glock like a widget I was in the party, told 'em bring it back when they get it Stars in my Rolls and my fitted (mm) I be blowin' loud, you be lovin' mid, yeah, admit it I need a pshht that can dance (yeah) Good with her hands, and know the plans in advance (yeah) And she cummin' fast, like a cheetah But she not a cheater, 'cause I'ma have to run from a cheater (skrr, skrr) Lockin' up the heart in a freezer (yeah) Gotta keep it cold, he cold, he cold (cold) Cacti, mix it with Tequila (hot) Take it all at once, I'ma have to leave with her (man) We were just there at the party She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body (uh-huh) We were just there at the party (what?) We were just there at the party (what?) We were just there at the party She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry That's when she just hit it hardly Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body We were just there at the party (what?) We were just there at the party (what?)
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Jeffrey Williams, Pharrell L. Williams, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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