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INTERPRÉTATION
Gym Class Heroes
Interprète
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Guitare
Travie McCoy
Voix principales
Sluggo
Guitare
Eric Roberts
Basse
Patrick Stump
Programmation
Matt McGinley
Batterie
S.A.M.
Programmation
The Ghost of Harlem
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
David Katz
Paroles/Composition
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Paroles/Composition
Matthew McGinley
Paroles/Composition
Sam Hollander
Paroles/Composition
Travie McCoy
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Sluggo
Production
Eric Ronick
Ingénierie de prise de son
Joel Hamberger
Ingénierie de prise de son
Patrick Stump
Co‑production
Eugene "UE" Nastasi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tim Latham
Ingénierie de mixage
S.A.M.
Production
Paroles
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way
A sad day for an inspiring artists
Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle
Diggin' graves for an inspiring artist
Pushing daises up
And never compromise the arts and make a crowd clap
Shit on since the first show
But we turned feces to fertilizer
So when you diss it's just food for the flowers to grow
Sold 15 plus out of backpacks, no trunks
Too young to drive
But live hip hop
And the kids are upstate kids that thought rap was past tense, hence the last name
Got name for playing basements and such and making songs that our friends loved
And when the fish bowl got too small to hold the goldfish
We filled our gills with water and whipped that fucker like.
So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now.
So break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
Shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it.
This is what you wanted right?
How many nights were spent pouring out your guts dumb sucker?
How many punishments endured for fuckin'-up in school?
How many teachers proved wrong by writing songs instead?
My point exactly
But you knew you had a spark, did you?
Something producin' to the dreams your pop's dreams lent you
Stay focused when nothing seemed to make sense
Stealing verses with that cassius clay confidence
Sometimes you stubborn as shit, that's the McCoy in you
You learn to be a man without losing the boy in you
Just do your thing man.
So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now.
So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now.
So break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
Shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it
We break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
We shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it
So take a step back
And a breath in
Let it out now
Put your chin up
You can do it tiger
You a man now
And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now
So break ourselves down
And build ourselves up in disappointment
How fragile we are
So fragile we are, we just don't show it
Shake up this town
And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment
So sexy we are
So sexy we are, we just don't know it.
Writer(s): Samuel Hollander, Travis Mccoy, David Katz, Disashi Lumumba Kasongo, Matthew Mcginley
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