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INTERPRÉTATION
Train
Interprète
Cam
Interprète
Travie McCoy
Interprète
Pat Monahan
Interprète
William Wiik Larsen
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Pat Monahan
Composition
William Wiik Larsen
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
William Wiik Larsen
Production
Mark Endert
Ingénierie de mixage
Doug Johnson
Ingénierie
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "Sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody calls me "Sir"
Northern California, same old Friday night
Pretend to be invisible underneath these city lights
Then I met my baby, felt like I struck gold
Now they treat me like royalty everywhere I go
Oh, oh, oh, oh
When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "Sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody
Calls me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I ain't goin' nowhere unless he's there with me
Because I don't stand in line no more, admission's always free
He could break the law, he could break your heart in two
But I promise that you won't care when he smiles at you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "Sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody calls me "Sir" (come on)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (uh-ha)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (come on, hey, Pat)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh (yo)
(Something about it man, she make me feel like a billion bucks, bruh)
(It's Trav', yo, yeah) oh, oh, oh, oh
Every time we hit the streets, it's like a world premier
She makes me feel like Sia swinging from that chandelier
(Went from) marginally famous to the top of the A-list
And just for future reference, here's a tip Mr. Belvedere
Never judge a book by its cover (no)
And never judge an ugly duckling by his mother (uh-uh)
Before a prince got kissed, her lips granted his wish
It's just a sad world when your net worth (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Determines your lover (so sad)
What would I ever do without you? Huh?
I probably wouldn't have a clue without you
But one thing's for sure is when I pull up with her
Don't refer to me as Travie, you can, you can
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (whoa, oh)
(What would I ever do without you? What would I ever do without you?)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
(What would I ever do without you?)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
(What would I ever do without you? What would I ever do without you?)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
(What would I ever do without you?) Oh, oh-oh, oh
Call me "Sir"
Writer(s): Pat Monahan, Travis Mccoy, William Wilk Larsen
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