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Rejjie Snow - Room 27 (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rejjie Snow
Rejjie Snow
Performer
Alex Anyaegbunam
Alex Anyaegbunam
Vocals
Dana Williams
Dana Williams
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rejjie Snow
Rejjie Snow
Composer
Alex Anyaegbunam
Alex Anyaegbunam
Songwriter
Lewis OfMan
Lewis OfMan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rejjie Snow
Rejjie Snow
Producer
Lewis OfMan
Lewis OfMan
Producer
Neil Comber
Neil Comber
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Always on my own like ha ha ha ha Jump to the ledge like ha ha ha ha Jumping to the sky like "ha ha ha ha" I might do it like ha ha ha ha" My funeral with twenty seven people like "ha" Always on my own I'm like "ha ha ha ha" Jumping to the sky like "ha ha ha ha" I'm like hahahaha Have no friends and twenty seven By myself and twenty seven All alone at twenty seven Found her body and twenty seven Please pray for me (twenty seven) Have no friends and twenty seven By myself at twenty seven All alone and twenty seven Yo check this Might kill me a nigga like pow pow pow pow Put the gun up in his mouth like nigga I don't give a **** Still I'm chasing demons best believe I ain't been eating Best believe I see my shadow chicken on me like I'm Jesus But jeez Louise this paranoia haunting me like erryday Hotel food is Skyping you I love it when you lingerie Hotel rooms, hotel rooms crying bout this fucking feud Candle burning candle burning, inkwell for my favourite do I fucking hate your guts Look what you've become its nuts Now its down down down down all the way to hell and up Up is the where you tread and life is sacrament to atheist Treat you morals my withdrawals Heroin and pissy cups Uncles he no longer has No gardens no looking back Nobody to call his own Phone be ringing always off Hello? Hello? I don't even trust myself Feel I just don't belong Feel like fucking flying Wish you understand my fucking thoughts Confidence is terminated hatred in my fucking bones Hatred fucking skinny naked fame I hope you fucking choke Into my homicidal court cases and algebra I was doing licks and getting money but this passion was Me and my microphone in my room was twenty seven like the club Dead kids, too short, life gone, mad drugs Suicide genocide responsibility for us Responsibility for us Look inside the mirror looking venom but they paying us I guess I'm fucking famous doing Versace and Adda now Twenty seven like the club twenty seven different drugs I be going back to black stairway up to heaven bruh Twenty seven Twenty seven Twenty seven Twenty seven
Writer(s): Alex Cheidu Anyaegbunum, Lewis Ofman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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