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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iva Lamkum
Iva Lamkum
Vocals
Darren Mathiassen
Darren Mathiassen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Iva Lamkum
Iva Lamkum
Lyrics
Caleb Robinson
Caleb Robinson
Composer
Peter Wadams
Peter Wadams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caleb Robinson
Caleb Robinson
Engineer
Evan Short
Evan Short
Mixing Engineer
P-Money
P-Money
Producer

Lyrics

Play my guitar, Wrote you a song. I was staring at you all night long, (Was staring at you all night long) I'm gonna Drink at the bar, Smoke a cigar. Now, Who would've told him I'm the one, (Who would've told him I'm the one) We all about the music, Tell me if you knew that, Then maybe I will call you tomorrow, (Maybe I will call you tomorrow) Jazzin' in the moment, Hola in the morning, Continue where we left off, (Continue where we left off) Can we get it right, Get it, get it tight Lemme get him feelin', feelin' the same Who do you know, Who do you see, Who do you feel of a chemistry, My, my, my Sonic Boom Lemme get to you, I like it where you hittin' tonight. As if I want it, I'm gonna get it I'm gonna dance till' I get it right. Hey. Shoo be doo bop He wanna know, Can I be his one only Munroe, There's a stereotype, I'm a reflow. Mazel Tov, Arigato Play my guitar, Wrote you a song. I was staring at you all night long, (Was staring at you all night long) I'm gon(na) Drink at the bar, Smoke a cigar. Now, Who would've told him I'm the one, (Who would've told him I'm the one,) We all about the music, Tell me if you knew that, Then maybe I will call you tomorrow, (Maybe I will call you tomorrow) Jazzin' in the moment, Hola in the morning, Continue where we left off, (Continue where we left off) I'm Deprived, Living it like a teen girl, In the box, But hollering all The Champions, Pretty boy, Who would he want, Who would he Choose, Who would he take, It's so obvious. But pretty don't fool Me, Kill em' all, Let it burn, Let burn, Like a holocaust, Like a bag of taco chips, I'ma hold em' off, Till he know who he loving' I'ma Win it all. Shoop bada Doo Bop, Doo Bop, He wanna know, Can I be his one only Monroe, There's a stereotype, I'm a reflow Mazel Tov, Arigato Play my guitar, Wrote you a song. I was staring at you all night long, (Was staring at you all night long) I'm gon(na) Drink at the bar, Smoke a cigar. Now, Who would've told him I'm the one, (Who would've told him I'm the one,) We all about the music, Tell me if you knew that, Then maybe I will call you tomorrow, (Maybe I will call you tomorrow) Jazzin' in the moment, Hola in the morning, Continue where we left off, (Continue where we left off)
Writer(s): Peter Wadams, Iva Lamkun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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