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Lil Yachty - drive ME crazy! (Live on Saturday Night Live)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Chant
Diana Gordon
Diana Gordon
Chant
Ben Goldwasser
Ben Goldwasser
Claviers
Gillian Rivers
Gillian Rivers
Cordes
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Benjamin Goldwasser
Benjamin Goldwasser
Composition
Jeremiah Raisen
Jeremiah Raisen
Composition
Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Macbriare Samuel Lanyon Demarco
Composition
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Paroles/Composition
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Paroles/Composition
Diana Gordon
Diana Gordon
Paroles/Composition
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Dylan Ismael Teixeira
Composition
Giorgia Romano
Giorgia Romano
Composition
Gillian Rivers
Gillian Rivers
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Production
Patrick Wimberly
Patrick Wimberly
Production
SADPONY
SADPONY
Production
Adam Hong
Adam Hong
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Ingénierie de mixage
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Ingénierie de mixage spatial
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Teo Halm
Teo Halm
Production

Paroles

Imagine life Imagine life without me, it's a waste of time You want the kind of love that can make a child Don't want just anybody (Not just anybody, not just anybody) Good love fill my body up like a glass when you pour it all out If you know me, you know I mind Someone like me is hard to find No mistaking, if I am there Well aware you are always mine And still you seem so surprised Always gon' be mine I wanna be where you are I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah I lose it, lose it And I wanna be where you are I just can't walk away, you drive me crazy, ah I lose it, lose it Imagine me Circling through life without a piece of you Seven out of seven days I'm needin' you You bring life to the party (Ooh, ah-ha, ooh, ah-ha-ha) Good love feels like butterflies suffocating your insides, oh It's a late night, you know I try I cannot picture when you lie I'm mistaken thinkin' you were taken Knowin' now, you were always mine And still I feel so surprised You're always gon' be mine Rarely ever missing, talk is cheap and time is tickin' Really ever trickin', catch me slippin', that pussy was leakin' I'm on mission, payin' millions, I'm Ted DiBiase, uh, God Out late night, I'm sinnin', still a Christian, don't tell my deacon I mean pastor, or I'll go down there, talkin' faster Ride with six-seven bitches with no tint, you can see I'm pimpin' Big four-five on my hip, like I'm limpin', never simpin' One my cousins crippin', always grippin', shit get dangerous Always keep it player, we can swap out hoes, I'm never trippin' I love my mother, my sister, my daughter All these hoes get slaughtered, can't deny, pray to the holy father
Writer(s): Diana Gordon, Benjamin Goldwasser, Jonathan Wimberly, Macbriare Demarco, Miles Mccollum, Jeremiah Raisen, Teo Halm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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