Titres les plus populaires de Kid Cudi
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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Kid Cudi
Chant
Pharrell Williams
Chant
Travis Scott
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Pharrell Williams
Paroles/Composition
Scott Mescudi
Paroles/Composition
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Paroles/Composition
Oladipo Omishore
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Pharrell Williams
Production
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Zach Pereyra
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Trey Station
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
William J. Sullivan
Ingénierie de prise de son
Iain Findlay
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mike Larson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Rémy Dumelz
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Jack Lailheugue
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Marius Van Mierlo
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Lucas Glastra
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Joe LaPorta
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Yeah
We were just there at the party
She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly
Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body (uh-huh)
We were just there at the party (what? Yeah)
We were just there at the party (what?)
We were just there at the party
She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry (shh, shh)
That's when she just hit it hardly (shh, shh, hot)
Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body
We were just there at the party (what? Shh, shh, hot)
We were just there at the party (what? Shh, shh)
(Hot, hot, hot, hot)
Got it sewn up (up)
Just a nigga creepin' on dub (dub)
Tequila in my cup (up)
Drink it all, never get enough ('nough, ooh)
Bottle, gotta raise it on up (up), nights in my leather
Niggas gon' learn the four letters (yeah)
Walk in, not many better, members of the rage (yeah)
Now I just flip another page (hot, hot, hot, ooh)
Then I'm in Paris with my babe, shit is not the same (hot, hot, hot, yeah)
Nigga never playin' (shh)
Walked and I fell and I crumbled, thought I was a broken man (shh)
Bleed 'til I seen I can achieve what I dream
Full steam on a humboldt, always think of Virgil
I was always hit with the no-no
Gave no fucks, I'm not normal (up), yes, I'm different
Everybody wanna talk shiz-it 'til they get punched in the liz-ip (bitch)
You's a punk bizz-itch (up)
I don't give a fuck what they sayin'
Cleveland city roots (aroo), anybody else got loose
When I get it in, tripped on shrooms
And I'm screamin' out "Fuck them", runnin' with the troops (fuck 'em, yeah)
I'm a top-notch nigga you ain't ever seen (yeah)
You ain't happy with your life, you need to make a dream (ooh)
Off a movie set, dog, it's another scene (yeah)
'Cause the uh so good, she don't wanna leave (ooh)
Just a lover in the night life (yeah)
Baby love me, beg to get it, this yo' stick right (yeehaw)
Said she wanna swim in night vibes (yeah)
I can put you on, ma, dealin' with a king (yeah)
We were just there at the party
She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly
Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body (uh-huh)
We were just there at the party (what? Where you at nigga?)
We were just there at the party (what?)
We were just there at the party
She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly
Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body
We were just there at the party (what? Let's go)
We were just there at the party (Trav, whoo!)
I was just there at the function
Had the shit bumpin', Vivienne Westwood with the buttons (yeah)
I went no limit with the budget
P in the cutty, had the hoes heavy on the money (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Took her right down to the dungeon
Wildin' in the night, we ain't leavin', not 'til it's sunny (it's lit)
Heavy outside, how it's lookin' (ooh)
Baby not a rookie (ooh), hit the backdoor when they book me
Just need you to remember four letters
It's fake and the love (love), that's why the rage live forever (ever)
Hot in a Comme des sweater (hot)
Baby, cool me off (hot), she gon' get a top, yeah, you dig it (hot)
Switch on the Glock like a widget
I was in the party, told 'em bring it back when they get it
Stars in my Rolls and my fitted (mm)
I be blowin' loud, you be lovin' mid, yeah, admit it
I need a pshht that can dance (yeah)
Good with her hands, and know the plans in advance (yeah)
And she cummin' fast, like a cheetah
But she not a cheater, 'cause I'ma have to run from a cheater (skrr, skrr)
Lockin' up the heart in a freezer (yeah)
Gotta keep it cold, he cold, he cold (cold)
Cacti, mix it with Tequila (hot)
Take it all at once, I'ma have to leave with her (man)
We were just there at the party
She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly
Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body (uh-huh)
We were just there at the party (what?)
We were just there at the party (what?)
We were just there at the party
She was drinkin' prolly, she's serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly
Started feelin' godly, near death, mm, out of body
We were just there at the party (what?)
We were just there at the party (what?)
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Jeffrey Williams, Pharrell L. Williams, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi
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