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Die For The Hype
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
YUNGBLUD
YUNGBLUD
Chant
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Paroles/Composition
Dominic Harrison
Dominic Harrison
Paroles/Composition
Patrick Nissley
Patrick Nissley
Paroles/Composition
David Katz
David Katz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Production
Sluggo
Sluggo
Production
Patrick Russel
Patrick Russel
Production
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Oskar Winberg
Oskar Winberg
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la La-la, la Where the fuck am I? Tell me did I just die? 'Cause I don't understand why I'm in a room I don't recognise I died at 5:45 Yeah, it says so on a sign And my mother's crying out her eyes Or is the radio telling lies A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la La-la, la I'm digging my own grave for the day I decorate with pink socks and gold chain (Woo) Two fat stacks on my eyes (Eyes, eyes, eyes) I'm in a box I don't recognise Believe what they say (Say, say) And you'll be flying away (Way, way) On a coke-covered D-day (Day, day) While they're chucking sukki on your face A juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner, a car-crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ Yeah, Polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly Yeah, Polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype, for the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ La, la, la, la La-la, la, la, la, la, la, la That one, that one was so sick
Writer(s): David Anthony Katz, Martin Terefe, Patrick Nissley, Dominic Harrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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