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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stormzy
Stormzy
Vocals
Jess Kent
Jess Kent
Vocals
Cassper Nyovest
Cassper Nyovest
Vocals
Los Unidades
Los Unidades
Performer
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Vocals
Guy Berryman
Guy Berryman
Bass
Jonny Buckland
Jonny Buckland
Guitar
Will Champion
Will Champion
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caiphus Semenya
Caiphus Semenya
Songwriter
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Songwriter
Clarence Charles
Clarence Charles
Songwriter
Guy Berryman
Guy Berryman
Songwriter
Jonny Buckland
Jonny Buckland
Songwriter
Michael Owuo Jr.
Michael Owuo Jr.
Songwriter
Will Champion
Will Champion
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cassper Nyovest
Cassper Nyovest
Producer
Aleks von Korff
Aleks von Korff
Assistant Engineer
Charley Pollard
Charley Pollard
Assistant Engineer
Crystal Mangano
Crystal Mangano
Assistant Engineer
Almotie ''Ali Keyz'' Mtombeni
Almotie ''Ali Keyz'' Mtombeni
Engineer
Bill Rahko
Bill Rahko
Producer
Dan Green
Dan Green
Engineer
Rik Simpson
Rik Simpson
Engineer
Chris Allgood
Chris Allgood
Mastering Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Uwokuthathwa sponono You give me joy and a whole lot more When I deal le dikoloto I never stop, never let you go Wamuhle Sthandwa sami (thandwa sami) Wa dikoti Marameng Aow yeah, Aow yebo Well, I don't know who you are or where you come from But I know that I'd go anywhere with you Where the days are always dark or where the sun shone Or maybe Timbuktu Yeah, iti nawe umuhle sthandawa sami You are my star my moonlight I give you all my love Woah umuhle sthandawa sami Wa dikoti Marameng Yeah, ah Well, I don't know who you are or where you come from But I know that I'd go anywhere with you Where the days are always dark or where the sun shone Or maybe Timbuktu Maybe Timbuktu Come along (Hey, hey, hey) Come along (Hey, hey, hey) Come a-, come along Timbuktu Man a big man now, still a man and not bitch We had to put the skins down and put the pen on our hips I got your babes and your babe mothers sending me pics Guess I'm just a legend like Chris You know I had to get the stage laid just in case my melanin drips You know, black gold all over my denims and shit I guess I'm ready to dip, feeling very legit But Timbuktu, that's a hell of a trip Alright, I swear on your mum's life that you really love me I fly out now and drop everything to be with you This doesn't come twice, all we got is one life I was on the fence who was doing what you needed to Then they hit you with the beetlejuice Scary how the mother bird has treated you So meet me at terminal five, put all your burdens aside, give you a permanent life Now get your arse on this plane Well, I don't know who you are or where you come from (Where you come from) But I know that I'd go anywhere with you (Go anywhere with you) Where the days are always dark or where the sun shone (Where the sun shone) Or maybe Timbuktu Well, I don't know who you are or where you come from (Where you come from) But I know that I'd go anywhere with you Where the days are always dark or where the sun shone (Where the son shone) Or maybe Timbuktu Maybe Timbuktu Maybe Timbuktu (helele) Maybe Timbuktu (helele) Maybe Timbuktu (helele) 'Buktu Ooh, whoa
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Buckland, Christopher Anthony John Martin, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman, Caiphus Katse Semenya, Michael Ebenazer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Junior, Cassper Nyovest, Clarence N. Charles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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