Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
American Authors
American Authors
Interprète
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Programmation
Grant Michaels
Grant Michaels
Claviers
Will Pugh
Will Pugh
Guitare
James Adam Shelley
James Adam Shelley
Guitare
Josh Edmondson
Josh Edmondson
Chœurs
Charity Daw
Charity Daw
Chœurs
David Rublin
David Rublin
Guitare basse
Dillon Scheel
Dillon Scheel
Programmation
Habitat
Habitat
Remixage
Zachary Barnett
Zachary Barnett
Chant
Matthew Sanchez
Matthew Sanchez
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Composition
Grant Michaels
Grant Michaels
Composition
James Adam Shelley
James Adam Shelley
Composition
David Rublin
David Rublin
Composition
Zachary Barnett
Zachary Barnett
Composition
Matthew Sanchez
Matthew Sanchez
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
American Authors
American Authors
Co‑production
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Production
Grant Michaels
Grant Michaels
Production
Will Pugh
Will Pugh
Ingénierie de prise de son
Claudius Mittendorfer
Claudius Mittendorfer
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Habitat
Habitat
Personnel de studio

Paroles

I walk the streets at night
With monsters in my mind
They say, "You best be quiet"
I like it, like it (Woo-hoo!)
No, I won't shut my mouth
That's not what I'm about
You know I built this house
I like it, like it (Woo-hoo!)
So boom, check one, check one, two three
Is anybody here listening?
Hear me now, hear me now
Ah, ah, ooh, oh!
Ooh la la, the world's on fire
All my friends were getting higher
I just want my microphone, my microphone
My microphone
My microphone
My microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone, my microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone, my microphone
They say I'm too damn loud
Like boys in London town
Because I won't chill out
I like it, like it (Woo-hoo!)
They say I talk too proud
I say I'm too profound
Because I won't back down
When the clock is tickin' like a timebomb!
So boom, check one, check one, two, three
Is anybody here listening?
Hear me now, hear me now
Ah, ah, ooh, oh!
Ooh la la, the world's on fire
All my friends were getting higher
I just want my microphone, my microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone, my microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone, my microphone
My microphone
My microphone
My microphone
My microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
Turn me up a little bit louder in my soul
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
Turn me up a little bit louder in my bone, oh!
M-m-m-m-microphone
M-m-m-m-microphone
M-m-m-m-microphone
(Microphone)
M-m-m-m-microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone, my microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
Turn me up a little bit louder in my soul
My microphone
My microphone
My microphone
My microphone
Written by: David Rublin, Grant Michaels, James Adam Shelley, Matthew Sanchez, Sam Hollander, Zachary Barnett
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