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Sturgill Simpson - Last Man Standing (Official Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Sturgill Simpson
Sturgill Simpson
Guitare
Chuck Bartels
Chuck Bartels
Basse
Bobby Emmett
Bobby Emmett
Claviers
Miles Miller
Miles Miller
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sturgill Simpson
Sturgill Simpson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Sturgill Simpson
Sturgill Simpson
Production
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Ingénierie de mixage
Chuck Bartels
Chuck Bartels
Co‑production
Bobby Emmett
Bobby Emmett
Co‑production
John Hill
John Hill
Co‑production
Sean Sullivan
Sean Sullivan
Ingénierie de prise de son
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Miles Miller
Miles Miller
Co‑production

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I'm always double-dippin', gulpin' while they're sippin' Got shit to do, no time to snooze Gotta sell out just to buy in, shit the bed you're gonna die in And your destiny is yours to lose You're either part of the solution or you're part of the problem Find 'em young and unknown, climb on their shoulders and rob 'em Time to turn on the heat, it's gettin' cold on the street And man, this shit'll get you down It's "fuck all of y'all" season, don't give me a reason To watch your house burn to the ground And light my new joint off the flames I never learned how to play, so I broke the game Now, I'm flippin' the board with the ink and the sword And walkin' 'round crossin' off names I'm gonna ride off into the sunset While it all burns to hell behind me Somewhere I haven't been yet Somewhere they can't even see Well, you know daddy likes his alone time It's why he doesn't have any friends Yeah, but watch and see, you'll be lookin' at me The last man standing in the end Oh, it's gettin' sticky, got no time to be gettin' picky About the who, what, when or the where You're sellin' tugs on a pickle with a backdoor tickle 'Fore you even know how you got there Well, I'm not gonna say what you want me to say Plenty people pandering already anyway Don't even try because I already did it Bullshit sells, don't you ever forget it Going full speed is the greatest escape Slamming on the gas, I can't find the brake I don't know how much more I can take Well, I'm gonna keep going 'til I find out Well, your mama didn't raise nobody's dum-dum Not tryin' to win a medal for bein' the most hum-drum You know daddy needs his alone time That's why he doesn't have any friends Yeah, but watch and see, you'll be lookin' at me The last man standing in the end (hey!)
Writer(s): John Sturgill Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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