Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yours, Karim
Performer
Emmanuel Bakaba
Drums
Caner Mican
Vocals
Konstantin Wuschek
Keyboards
Sebastian Langer
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmanuel Bakaba
Composer
Caner Mican
Composer
Konstantin Wuschek
Composer
Sebastian Langer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emmanuel Bakaba
Producer
Dennis Keil
Mixing Engineer
Hans Philipp Graf
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I heard you‘re in town
Living simple
Drinks
Celebrating life like you can‘t fall
I‘m swimming laps
High tide
While you‘re kidnapping my teenage songs
Can‘t camouflage your bel étage but your crossed lines
You‘re pointing fingers now that I‘m rotated by pi
You kickstarted all my problems but I guess I was too scared to go
I hope you‘ll find peace in your burned heights
Spring cleaning
Make my closet smell like perfect pineapples
Reap the seeds I sowed
(Right now, right now, right now)
Forest full of palm trees in my backyard
Cut a coconut or three 'cause I can
I promise I won‘t treat me like you‘ve done
(I won‘t, I won‘t, I won‘t)
I saw that you left another voice note
Bleeding through my speakers
Cheering our past
Hold
Signal coming in and out
Now I‘m thinking 'bout the southern coast
Who said I couldn‘t pimp my coffee with a sunburn?
Who said I couldn‘t milk my caffeine 'til I‘m slo mo
The feeling is unlimited
Gap in smile and six years old
I hope you‘ll find peace in your burned heights
Spring cleaning
Make my closet smell like perfect pineapples
Reap the seeds I sowed
(Right now, right now, right now)
Forest full of palm trees in my backyard
Cut a coconut or three 'cause I can
I promise I won‘t treat me like you‘ve done
(I won‘t, I won‘t, I won‘t)
Found my fingerprint
Glitter on my skin
Could get used to this
I could get used to this
Found my fingerprint
Glitter on my skin
Could get used to this
I could get used to this
Written by: Caner Mican, Emmanuel Bakaba, Konstantin Wuschek, Sebastian Langer