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BabyJake
BabyJake
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Jake Herring
Jake Herring
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Danny Shyman
Danny Shyman
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Shamal Campbell
Shamal Campbell
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Amanda Chacon
Amanda Chacon
Chœurs
Kenyon Dixon
Kenyon Dixon
Chœur
Quishima Dixon
Quishima Dixon
Chœur
Sharon Bennett
Sharon Bennett
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Sara Williams
Sara Williams
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Seven McIntosh
Seven McIntosh
Chœur
Halo McIntosh
Halo McIntosh
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Chosen McIntosh
Chosen McIntosh
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Jaslyn Taylee
Jaslyn Taylee
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Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jake Herring
Jake Herring
Composition
Danny Shyman
Danny Shyman
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jake Herring
Jake Herring
Production
Danny Shyman
Danny Shyman
Production
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Ingénierie de mixage
Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ellie Havenstrite
Ellie Havenstrite
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Dale Becker
Dale Becker
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People tell me I'm nobody Every time I show up at the after-party (come on men, come on) I just wanna be somebody Somebody like you Do I fit in your shoes? Dame un poquito papi People tell me I'm nobody, body People tell me I'm not you, you People tell me I'm nobody, body People tell me I'm not you, you Yeah, misunderstood, everything's all good Please, don't kick me out I got enough insider footage With my foot inside my mouth I got in touch, getting me in touch with my emotions Who the f- does my promotion? Why ain't I the one in Vogue getting chosen? Calling 'es in, walk-in wrist frozen Making more than a billionaire with Bentley in the back The label caught a mil but I still ain't seen a scratch People tell me I'm nobody Every time I show up at the after-party (come on men, come on) I just wanna be somebody Somebody like you Do I fit in your shoes? Dame un poquito papi People tell me I'm nobody, body People tell me I'm not you, you People tell me I'm nobody, body People tell me I'm not you, you Um, you see scratch ain't better than sh- 'Cause by comparison I'm basically just sucking your- (whoa!) Talk about arrogance, I almost didn't release this song I thought about how embarrassing it'd be for me to talk this long About my biz and awkward situations Life could make you happy or you might be at odds But remember who you are Take that bullet to the heart Gotta keep that train a pushing, mama I'ma be a star People tell me I'm nobody Every time I show up at the after-party I just wanna be somebody Somebody like you Do I fit in your shoes?
Writer(s): Jacob Herring, Danny Shyman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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