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Headie One x Fred Again.. - SOLDIERS (feat. SAMPHA) (Lyrics)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Headie One
Headie One
Chant
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Programmation
Sampha Sisay
Sampha Sisay
Chant
Boo
Boo
Batterie
Sam Tsang
Sam Tsang
Batterie
Elroy Powell
Elroy Powell
Chœurs
Louise Clare Marshall
Louise Clare Marshall
Chœurs
Marianne Haynes
Marianne Haynes
Violon
Hal Ritson
Hal Ritson
Programmation
Richard Adlam
Richard Adlam
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Irving Adjei
Irving Adjei
Composition
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Composition
Sampha Sisay
Sampha Sisay
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Fred again..
Fred again..
Production
Sampha Sisay
Sampha Sisay
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
Boo
Boo
Production
congee
congee
Production complémentaire
Jay Reynolds
Jay Reynolds
Ingénierie de mixage
Hal Ritson
Hal Ritson
Production complémentaire
Richard Adlam
Richard Adlam
Production complémentaire

Paroles

Yo, Heads Like a week to go now, my G Love Faith has feathers and with all my air is flowin' It take to share my hands with you and let you help me (We march on) Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on In my cell, countin' down days 'til March done Disloyalty is somethin' I stay far from Feds lookin' for someone that they can throw a charge on All the times I go to face to face with a sergeant The hustle ain't stoppin' even when we're far gone I ain't tryna find someone to blame my past on Still got machines, not the type to put your card on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on In my cell, countin' down days 'til March done Disloyalty is somethin' I stay far from Feds lookin' for someone that they can throw a charge on All the times I go to face to face with a sergeant The hustle ain't stoppin' even when we're far gone I ain't tryna find someone to blame my past on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on (We march on) Faith has feathers and with all my air is flowin' (we march on) It take to share my hands with you and let you help me And let you help me Put my game face on Tryna keep control like a PlayStation Do road and my Chanel lace done New day, but it's still the same stuff Last night that estate was taped up Yeah, I told you straight up You don't wanna hear keys everyday you wake up It's the half of that key and now you got to pay plugs Reminiscin' 'bout a Rolls with your flannel Radoxed Now you start to wish you packed it and got a day job All the times I go face to face with a sergeant The hustlin' ain't stoppin', even when we're far gone I ain't tryna find someone to blame my past on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery, but still, yet we march on My soldiers, the bravest My closest, so courageous (we march on) My soldiers (soldiers), the bravest My closest, so courageous (we march on) My soldiers (soldiers), the bravest (bravest) My closest (my family), so courageous (we march on) My soldiers (my family), the bravest (my family) My closest (my family), so courageous (we march on) Faith has feathers and with all my air is flowin' It take to share my hands with you and let you help me And let you help me The soldiers, the bravest My friends was courageous (We march on)
Writer(s): Irving Adjei, Sampha Lahai Sisay, Fred Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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