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INTERPRÉTATION
Camille Trczinski
Camille Trczinski
Chœurs
Daron Lameek
Daron Lameek
Chœurs
Melissa McMillan
Melissa McMillan
Chœurs
NY.LO.
NY.LO.
Voix supplémentaires
Samira Gibson
Samira Gibson
Chœurs
Sheldon-Ray Murray
Sheldon-Ray Murray
Chœurs
Travis Mendes
Travis Mendes
Chœurs
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Programmation
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Chant
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Paroles/Composition
Travis Mendes
Travis Mendes
Paroles/Composition
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Paroles/Composition
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ingénierie de mixage
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
NY.LO.
NY.LO.
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ben Dotson
Ben Dotson
Ingénierie de montage
John Arbuckle
John Arbuckle
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jon Bellion
Jon Bellion
Production
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Production

Paroles

A song a day for six years Seems like light years away from today (Hey, hey, hey) Too many coincidences and instances Of God's hand, it's insane (Hey, hey, hey) I thought my way to greatness I could claim this, but He gave me the brain (Hey, hey, hey) You know what I'm saying? And those thoughts can get confusing, it's amusing But tonight, we celebrate (hey, hey, hey) Lay me down, put me out Call me home, let me know I'm ready to go 'Cause I was down, now I've flown Oh, what's reality lately? Remember dreams seemed far away? Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece And I don't mean John Travolta And I don't mean John Travolta, yeah And I don't mean John Travolta Dancing under sunset, in the mountains Just reflecting for the day (hey, hey, hey) I've seen this in my head a million times But to see it come to life is just insane (hey, hey, hey) Champagne and orange juice Mimosas were Pulp Fiction in the way That all can get confusing, it's amusing, but tonight (Celebrate!) Lay me down, put me out Call me home, let me know I'm ready to go 'Cause I was down, now I've flown Oh, what's reality lately? (Oh) Remember dreams seemed far away? Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece And I don't mean John Travolta Remember dreams seemed far away? Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece And I don't mean John Travolta Put me out Call me home, let me know I'm ready to go (oh!) 'Cause I was down, now I've flown Oh, what's reality lately? Remember dreams seemed far away? Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece And I don't mean John Travolta Remember dreams seemed far away? Was pinching pennies like Lane and Hardaway Now my beats make feasts for holidays in Greece And I don't mean John Travolta (Far away, Hardaway) (Holiday, don't mean John Travolta) (Far away, Hardaway) (Holiday, don't mean John Travolta) Lay me down, put me out (far away) Call me home (far away, Hardaway) (Don't mean John Travolta) (Don't mean John Travolta) Call me home I'm ready to go
Writer(s): Mark Williams, Travis Franklyn Mendes, Jonathan David Bellion, Raul Ignacio Cubina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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