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chance the rapper- summer friends feat. jeremih and francis and the lights (slowed + reverb)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Chant
Francis and the Lights
Francis and the Lights
Artiste samplé
Jeremih
Jeremih
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Aaron Lammer
Aaron Lammer
Paroles/Composition
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Paroles/Composition
Chancelor J. Bennett
Chancelor J. Bennett
Paroles/Composition
Francis Starlite
Francis Starlite
Paroles/Composition
Jeremy Felton
Jeremy Felton
Paroles/Composition
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Paroles/Composition
Rostam
Rostam
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Francis and the Lights
Francis and the Lights
Production
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Production
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jeff Lane
Jeff Lane
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Oh, oh, oh, incredible I would... incredible Everything... Socks on concrete, jolly rancher kids I was talking back and now I gotta stay at grandma's crib Bunch of tank top, nappy headed bike-stealing Chatham boys None of my niggas ain't had no dad None of my niggas ain't have no choice JJ, Mikey, Lil Derek and them 79th street was America then Ice cream truck and the beauty supply Blockbuster movies and Harold's again We still catching lightning bugs When the plague hit the backyard Had to come in at dark cause the big shawtys act hard Okay now, day camp at Grand Crossing First day, nigga's shooting Summer school get to losing students But the CPD getting new recruitment Our summer don't, our summer Our summer don't get no shine no more Our summer die, our summer time don't got no time no more (You're my friend) Summer friends don't stay Summer friends don't stay around Summer friends, summer friends Summer friends don't stay Summer friends don't stay, hey Stay around here Oh I used to kill 'em with the long hair Momma hair salon doing perms out the armchair Dad was working late, he treat the crib like it's a timeshare I would mow some lawns Fold my ones like a lawn chair, hugh, hugh! Now I'm the same way, over time all the time, every night, hey Ready my blessing, now I'm ready how I wait Never let a friendship get in my way Never let a blog get in my way Make the whole song do whatever I say 79, 79, 79, place 79, 79, 79, place Some of my homegirls got lost in the paperwork They was good friends but I faked the flirt Cause if it ain't work, can't make it work It's been a minute since I called on a friend Fucked up and fucked all my friends All my friends, all my... Stick around Summer friends, summer... You're my friend... Summer friends don't stick around Stick around And some of us... 79, 79, 79, hey 79, 79, 79, hey 79, 79, 79, hey, hey, hey You're my friend 79, 79, 79, hey, 79 So put your head on my shoulder Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey Citywide, citywide, citywide, hey Citywide, citywide, citywide Citywide, citywide, citywide Citywide, citywide, citywide Citywide, citywide, citywide Citywide, citywide, citywide... I will wait around for you I will wait around for you So lay your head on my table Lay your head on my table May the Lord give your journey mercy May you be successful, grant you favor And bring you back safely, I love you When I was so young before I could remember I would always treat my gang like family members Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up When I was so young before I could remember I would always treat my gang like family members Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up
Writer(s): Jeremy P. Felton, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Francis Farewell Starlite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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