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Ain't Gonna Die Tonight (feat. Eric Nally)

Macklemore

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Macklemore
Macklemore
Voix principales
E. Nally
E. Nally
Chant
Dave Dalton
Dave Dalton
Piano
Elan Wright
Elan Wright
Guitare
Greg Kramer
Greg Kramer
Trombone
Jon Hill
Jon Hill
Tuba
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
E. Nally
E. Nally
Paroles/Composition
Ben Haggerty
Ben Haggerty
Paroles/Composition
Dave Dalton
Dave Dalton
Paroles/Composition
Elan Wright
Elan Wright
Paroles/Composition
Greg Kramer
Greg Kramer
Paroles/Composition
Joshua Karp
Joshua Karp
Paroles/Composition
D. Asplund
D. Asplund
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Knoerle Hill
Jonathan Knoerle Hill
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Macklemore
Macklemore
Production
Stephen Hogan
Stephen Hogan
Ingénieries complémentaires
Tyler Dopps
Tyler Dopps
Ingénierie
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mandy Adams
Mandy Adams
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jon Castelli
Jon Castelli
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit (no!) History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Open up the doors on 'em, we playing tonight Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights They gonna learn from me, this is our church to be Life of a champion, ugh, so Freddie Mercury Sneaking into Hov concerts in nosebleeds The Hov bein' like woah Yeah, independent, keep killing these people and don't sleep Even the pigeon-toed still standing on both feet, you know It's obvious who's night this is Grandparent's immigrants, couple Irish kids Victory in my grass, gotta fight for this The streets are ours this evening, going undefeated I roll the dice against the staircase, uh huh Steak season gotta marinate, uh huh If I happen to die tonight, put my spirit in the stars Bury me in the grave and carve "the history was ours" Said I I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Wake up, bitch, I ain't dead yet And If I was in heaven, I'd be the best dressed My closet looking like a swap meet in Texas And maybe it's excess, but we ain't cut from the same cloth, player Talking to a boss player Checks like a ballplayer Easy money, all lay-ups I be pissing off neighbors Get up off my dick and get the finger like a cross-fader I be in my lawn chair star gazing like, woo! All praise to the most high Your boy in his own J's, I made it to courtside Remember the old days and praying for co-signs When labels offer me pay, I said that I won't sign I took my weakness and turned that into a weapon And when everybody doubted me, I turned that to my leopard So I stand up on the stage, it wasn't planned, see it was destined Look at fifty-thousand people with their hands into the heaven said I I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Didn't come this far to lose Won't let death make a move Might not mean much to you, but I'd die for this W Let my life be something to prove Every scrape, every fight, every cut, every bruise I lay it all on the line, I re-write these rules Victory in my sight, I will not lose I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
Writer(s): Eric Nally, Ben Haggerty, Darian Asplund, Joshua Karp, Elan Wright, Jonathan Hill, David Dalton, Gregory Kramer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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