Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
EV
EV
Canto
Modeā
Modeā
Remixer
Luis Navidad
Luis Navidad
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Evan Scase
Evan Scase
Composición
Louis Fulford-Smith
Louis Fulford-Smith
Composición
Ella Mayjor
Ella Mayjor
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Modeā
Modeā
Producción
Luis Navidad
Luis Navidad
Producción
Jamie Snell
Jamie Snell
Ingeniería de mezcla
Jeremy Cooper
Jeremy Cooper
Masterización

Letra

Sun sets behind the tower block, I finally feel at home
Locked in the pirate radio, the only thing that will bring me hope
Listening to Skepta, Frisco, JME, freestyle on the radio
Working class, drinking down the local
The only way we know how to cope
Yeah, we're going out raving on a Friday night just to feel alright
Fell in love in the disco lights, these happy pills, I feel alive
Another new day, same hopes still fading away
Scratching around loose change from the beggars on the corner
It's the same old story, all the same, oi
Born in the 90s, found myself in the 20s
These days, smiles are hard to come by
That's why we get high
Arms out, touch the lasers
With our heads in the sky
Bouncing with your best mate's best mates
Now we're all best mates for life
And it's nights like this I don't wanna forget
Hold me close and close your eyes
I don't wanna go home, my home is the rave
My home's this place
Forget my life for an evening
These silhouettes making me feel safe
And I turn to my mate and I ask, "Are you feeling?"
He replies, "Okay"
Now our arms overlap and I look to my left
And he screams, "I love you, mate"
Euphoric feeling, hands to the ceiling
I'm talking strobe lights, eyes are rolling back
Expensive bottles of water
But we don't drink alcohol
You get me?
Born in the 90s, I found myself in the 20s
Born in the 90s, I found myself in the 20s
These days, smiles are hard to come by
That's why we get high
Arms out, touch the lasers
With our heads in the sky
Bouncing with your best mate's best mates
Now we're all best mates for life
And it's nights like this I don't wanna forget
Hold me close and close your eyes
I don't wanna go home, my home is the rave
My home's this place
Forget my life for an evening
These silhouettes making me feel safe
And I turn to my mate and I ask, "Are you feeling?"
He replies, "Okay"
Now our arms overlap and I look to my left
And he screams, "I love you, mate"
Written by: Ella Mayjor, Evan Scase, Louis Fulford-Smith
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