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Loaded
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Loaded fue lanzado el 7 de febrero de 2020 por Lucky Number como parte del álbum West of Eden
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Fecha de lanzamiento7 de febrero de 2020
Sello discográficoLucky Number
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM82

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
HMLTD
HMLTD
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Henry Spychalski
Henry Spychalski
Composición
Duc Peterman
Duc Peterman
Composición
Henry Chisholm
Henry Chisholm
Composición
James Donovan
James Donovan
Composición
Achilleas Sarantaris
Achilleas Sarantaris
Composición
Nicolas Mohnblatt
Nicolas Mohnblatt
Composición
Justin Tranter
Justin Tranter
Composición
Zacharie Cazes
Zacharie Cazes
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
HMLTD
HMLTD
Producción
Rodaidh McDonald
Rodaidh McDonald
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
Hey father, I can feel a
Fever eating up this home
In the hallway, voices say
"Kill the things that you love the most"
[Verse 2]
There's no space in the valley of the gods
Sign your name, on the dotted line above
[Verse 3]
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
'Cause I was pretty fucking poor
[Verse 4]
Take your elevator up to the sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
[Verse 5]
I can see Central Park
Reflected in your eyes
But there's no passion, there's no spark
In the pupils nor the whites
[Verse 6]
Daddy's cool with a bullet 'tween his eyes
And Mama too, she's paid up for her crimes
[Verse 7]
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
'Cause I was pretty fucking poor
[Verse 8]
Take your elevator up to the sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
[Verse 9]
My home and my possessions
They rendered me a slave
So I set my heart free
I went home and blew it all away
[Verse 10]
The espresso machine drip
The plasma screen display
The hum of a V8 whip
Baby go home, blow it all away
[Verse 11]
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
'Cause I was pretty fucking poor
[Verse 12]
Take your elevator up to the sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
Written by: Achilleas Sarantaris, Duc Peterman, Henry Chisholm, Henry Spychalski, James Donovan, Justin Tranter, Nicolas Mohnblatt, Zacharie Cazes
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