Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Alex Alessandroni
Alex Alessandroni
Instrumento de cuerdas
Gregg Alexander
Gregg Alexander
Guitarra
Lance Morrison
Lance Morrison
Bajo
Matt Laug
Matt Laug
Batería
Paul Gordon
Paul Gordon
Piano
Rusty Anderson
Rusty Anderson
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Gregg Alexander
Gregg Alexander
Autoría
Alex Alessandroni
Alex Alessandroni
Arreglista de cuerdas
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Gregg Alexander
Gregg Alexander
Producción
Andre Berryman
Andre Berryman
Ingeniería de mezcla
Bill Cooper
Bill Cooper
Ingeniería
Bob Wartinbee
Bob Wartinbee
Ingeniería
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingeniería de mezcla
Curt Kroeger
Curt Kroeger
Ingeniería de mezcla
Don Tyler
Don Tyler
Masterización
Michael Blum
Michael Blum
Ingeniería
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Ingeniería de mezcla
Michael James Marchesano
Michael James Marchesano
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Bradford
Mike Bradford
Ingeniería de mezcla
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Masterización

Letra

Hoo
It's '97, why aren't things wild?
You said you was a flower child
I can respect your soul-searching
But now's no time for questioning
I'm sure you've been misled before
How once you'd trust, they'd slam the door
But I'm everything I've claimed to be
You just need vodka and honesty
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who I am, am?
Our love is real
As real as the flowers you smoke to get high
Our love is real
As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly
Our love is real
As real as the flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers
You're 22, why aren't you free?
You're Mom and Daddy's victory
A soul that's lived a thousand lives (ooh ooh ooh)
Don't hide behind a child's eyes (no child's eyes and your mind)
Yeah, I'm sure you've been misled before
And once you'd trust, they'd slam the door
But I'm everything I've claimed to be
You just need vodka and honesty
Yeah, right
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who I am, am?
Our love is real
As real as the flowers you smoke to get high
Our love is real
As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly
Our love is real
As real as the flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers
I love you, you hate me
Took math class, that ain't fair exchange
I call you, you hang up
Don't have to be bitch, get your number changed
I'm sorry, forgive me
I never meant to call you those names
But I'm lonely, so lonely, please
Ow
I love you, you hate me
Took math class, that ain't fair exchange
I call you, you hang up
Don't have to be bitch, get your number changed
I'm sorry, forgive me
I never meant to call you those names
But I'm lonely, so lonely, please
Slow that
Our love is real
As real as the flowers you smoke to get high
Our love is real
As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly
Written by: Gregg Alexander
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