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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Scoobert Doobert
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scoobert Doobert
Synthesizer
J MESA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scoobert Doobert
Songwriter
J MESA
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scoobert Doobert
Producer
Micasa Studios
Recording Engineer
Texty
Dirty in the furnace
I'm tryna keep all the bugs out
Not sure where you hear it first
But now all the people scream and shout
Trees feeling deserted
With the Kafka skies as a nuclear blow
Who's here to report this
Cause the virus spreads
But I'm acting slow
I get the feeling that I'm
Just just having fun
Getting to work from home but
My brother's hurting some
The kinda feeling that
I wish that this wasn't true
But when I look at you
I wonder what's next to come
My mind is slowly slipping
Deeper since the beginning
Nothing else to do
But chill
And gently forgetting
My mind is slowly slipping
My mind is slowly slipping
Nothing else to do
But chill
And gently forgetting
And gently forgetting
Vibing with the window
Open
Fresh air is rushing in
Pixels, letters
Make you think outside's a sin
Masks are the normal
Cause if you don't I strike you down
Couples and friends are judged
Just for hanging out
Wait a minute
I get the feeling that I'm
Just just having fun
Getting to work from home but
My mother's hurting some
The kinda feeling where
I wish that this wasn't true
But when I look at you
I wonder what's next to come
My mind is slowly slipping
Deeper since the beginning
Nothing else to do
But chill
And gently forgetting
My mind is slowly slipping
My mind is slowly slipping
Nothing else to do
But chill
And gently forgetting
Oh dear
This is the end
What nonsense, darling
(Gently forgetting)
Don't forget
All the lovely things we plan to do today
(Quarantine and chill)
My mind is slowly slipping
Deeper since the beginning
Nothing else to do
But chill
And gently forgetting
My mind is slowly slipping
My mind is slowly slipping
My mind is slowly slipping
My mind is slowly slipping
All the lovely things we plan to do today
Both hands towards the ceiling
If you're both asked to stay home
Tryna protect our cities
But some don't do well alone
My mind is slowly slipping
Deeper since the beginning
Nothing else to do
But chill
And gently forgetting
Writer(s): J Mesa
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