Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
AJ Tracey
AJ Tracey
Canto
Remi Kabaka Jr
Remi Kabaka Jr
Programación de percusión
Remi Kabaka
Remi Kabaka
Percusión
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
AJ Tracey
AJ Tracey
Autoría
Damon Albarn
Damon Albarn
Autoría
Remi Kabaka Jr
Remi Kabaka Jr
Autoría
Remi Kabaka
Remi Kabaka
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Gorillaz
Gorillaz
Producción
Remi Kabaka Jr
Remi Kabaka Jr
Producción
Samuel Egglenton
Samuel Egglenton
Ingeniería
Stephen Sedgwick
Stephen Sedgwick
Ingeniería de mezcla
John Davis
John Davis
Masterización
Remi Kabaka
Remi Kabaka
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
Jimmy, Jimmy
There's pressure on you
And life ain't feeling how it used to
Jimmy, Jimmy
No need to be sad
When they play your song, we get along
[Verse 2]
I been searching
Looking for a permanent reason
Out of sync with the seasons
Not sure what I believe in
And I'm burdened
Why is being loved so appealing?
Can't conform, I'm alone
We're all just lost without meaning
(Jimmy, Jimmy)
[Verse 3]
Just a boy from the West, I'm born and bred
We could've been rich, was poor instead
My evenings were blue and my mornings red
I had to make scores from zeds (Jimmy, Jimmy)
I salute all my locals fiends
They're smiling, locked in a smoker's dream
Kept an ace like a poker team
Just a teen selling coke to fiends (Jimmy, Jimmy)
I took remedy young once I learnt 'bout the money
I got stuck inside of my mind
Quick solutions was all I could find
I was earning but losing my time (Jimmy, Jimmy)
Portobello, I'm sipping on wine
With a beautiful Notting Hill mother of five
Mental muscle, the strong will survive
That's why I drink white rum on the Manchester Drive
[Verse 4]
Jimmy, Jimmy
Now you're out of control
And the lie you're living is a dead-end road
Jimmy, Jimmy
No need to be sad
When they play your song, we get along
Jimmy, Jimmy
[Verse 5]
Left Electric and headed to Soho
Now I'm in a box, I had too much yak
Hate the front so I sat at the back
With a girl from Iran and the peachiest back (Jimmy, Jimmy)
Love me a spliff but I gotta keep it a stack
The females around me are crack
Got me wired, I ain't coming back to reality
I bleed it out in the track (Jimmy, Jimmy)
Did some things that I swore I won't tell
I called out, I came for redemption from hell
Love and hate are like Kenan & Kel
I broke up my keys, now my friend's in a cell (Jimmy, Jimmy)
Life is for living, I love me some shillings
But God willing, people love me for my skilling
Went from sitting in Grove wanting billions
To **** and thank God now I'm chilling
[Verse 6]
Jimmy, Jimmy
Jimmy, Jimmy
[Verse 7]
Jimmy, Jimmy
There's pressure on you
And life ain't feeling how it used to
Jimmy, Jimmy
No need to be sad
When they play your song, we get along
[Verse 8]
Jimmy, Jimmy
Jimmy, Jimmy
Jimmy, Jimmy
Jimmy, Jimmy
Written by: AJ Tracey, Damon Albarn, R. Kabaka Jr., Remi Kabaka
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