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Robin Thicke - Take Me Higher (Visualizer)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Robin Thicke
Robin Thicke
Chant
Chad Hugo
Chad Hugo
Clavinet
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Robin Thicke
Robin Thicke
Paroles/Composition
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Paroles/Composition
Chris Payton
Chris Payton
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Production
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Ingénierie

Paroles

Yeah, ayy, yeah Oh, oh-oh, babe Yeah, babe, yeah, babe Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy Oh no, woah, oh baby Let's get saved (let's get saved) Well, well-well, well-well, well, well-well-well, well I need, I need to be saved I'm coming, baby, I hear your tone I'm running red lights, I'm rushing home I got it, baby, you feel alone Your body's cold and naked You need me to hold I'm so in love Girl, you're like the morning sun When I'm down you lift me up I wanna overdose on your touch Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Take mе higher, baby (take me to thе sky, yeah) Then you, yank on the line (oh, oh-oh) And I get high, high, high But baby, baby I don't mind (I get higher baby) Like a grape on the vine (yeah) You turn me, turn me into wine (come on) And I get high, high, high But listen, baby I don't mind (I don't mind, woo) Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na I'm coming, baby, I hear your tone I'm running red lights, I'm rushing home I got it, baby, you feel alone Your body's cold and naked You need me to hold Just because Girl, you know I love us so much Better than I thought it was I want to overdose on your touch, yeah baby Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, alright Take me higher, baby (take me to the sky, yeah) Then you, yank on the line (oh, oh-oh) And I get high, high, high But baby, baby I don't mind (I get higher baby) Like a grape on the vine (yeah) You turn me, turn me into wine And I get high, high, high But listen, baby, I don't mind (I don't mind) Take me higher, baby Yeah, ayy, ayy Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na I'm coming, baby, I hear your tone I'm running red lights, I'm rushing home (oh-oh-oh) I got it, baby, you feel alone (oh) Your body's cold and naked You need me to hold Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Take me higher, baby (take me to the sky, yeah) Then you, yank on the line (come on) And I get high, high, high But baby, baby I don't mind (I get higher, baby) Like a grape on the vine (yeah) You turn me, turn me into wine (come on, turn me in) And I get high, high, high (oh) But listen, baby, I don't mind Take me higher, baby Yeah, ayy I get higher, baby Yes I do Take me higher, baby
Writer(s): Robin Thicke, Pharrell Williams, Christopher Peyton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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