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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Chant
Brianna Rhodes
Brianna Rhodes
Violon
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Cordes
Katie Capp
Katie Capp
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Paroles/Composition
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Paroles/Composition
Sam Homaee
Sam Homaee
Paroles/Composition
Jon Wienner
Jon Wienner
Paroles/Composition
Katie Capp
Katie Capp
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Production
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Production
The Roommates
The Roommates
Production
Ryan Dulude
Ryan Dulude
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Ingénierie de mixage
Matt Scatchell
Matt Scatchell
Ingénierie de mixage
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Why switch like different seasons? I give that shit a weekend Hollywood don't need a reason To make you think you look bigger than you are Mileage, politics, and violence At least somebody's drivin' All you need to fall in love Mileage, politics and violence At least somebody's drivin' All you need to fall in love All you need to fall in love You won't find Heaven, not in these hills Boy, you shouldn't be here All you need to fall in love You won't find Heaven, not in these hills Boy, you shouldn't be here All you need to fall in love When she arrived, it was 2:10 at night We had sex and you cried, was the best in your life And the last time we spoke, if we shoot for July You can still make your mind, but I can't save your life Baby, sorry, but I rarely do this, you can't carry me through this I just wanna shine like Barracuda's kid, do this shit for Mammy Sue This shit ain't nothin' new, this, this I knew since I was a jit Clean my room and pray for this, eat my dinner Then go back to whatever finna make me rich Whole lotta feelin' that you can't dismiss I was somewhere stuck in a hotel room We was serving to the kids, no waitresses All this shit come back around (ooh-ooh) Homie, don't get too down (ooh-ooh) I got your back sometime (ooh-ooh) Ride 'til the wheels fall off And if this shit don't sell She said, "You'll still be my favorite" And I wish I could save her but... Do this shit for Mammy Sue, this shit ain't nothin' new, huh Do this shit for Apollonia, bitch, I thought I told you, ayy So I feel like dancing You know, I am in a booth Shaped like a "U"
Writer(s): Sam Homaee, Jon Wienner, Jose Julian De La Cruz Jr, Dominic David Fike Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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