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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Elle Varner
Elle Varner
Chant
J. Cole
J. Cole
Chant
Steve Mostyn
Steve Mostyn
Guitare
Jimmy Varner
Jimmy Varner
Claviers
Ronald Colson
Ronald Colson
Programmation
Jonathan Maron
Jonathan Maron
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Elle Varner
Elle Varner
Paroles/Composition
Warren Felder
Warren Felder
Composition
Andrew Wansel
Andrew Wansel
Paroles/Composition
Jermaine Coleman
Jermaine Coleman
Paroles/Composition
Marcel Hall
Marcel Hall
Paroles/Composition
Marlon Williams
Marlon Williams
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Miki Tsutsumi
Miki Tsutsumi
Assistance d’ingénierie
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Ingénierie de mixage
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistance d’ingénierie
Pop & Oak
Pop & Oak
Production
Stuart White
Stuart White
Ingénierie

Paroles

Thought you were just another Romeo The shoe you pass by in the store window But soon as I got home I wish I'd bought you instead I got it bad, I'll take the black, take the navy and red No other man has ever ever had quite this effect I sleep alone 'cause there's no room in my bed for any other lover With no gun to my head Your kisses hold me hostage and I don't wanna stop it 'Cause I only wanna give it to you And I want you more than a new pair of shoes I only wanna give it to you And I sure do hope that you feel like I do I came before this digital ocean Where folks only move in digital motion But you're so classic I want you more than my Adidas All the bees are gettin' at you 'cause your honey is sweeter I need ya, with no gun to my head Your kisses hold me hostage and I don't wanna stop it 'Cause I only wanna give it to you And I want you more than a new pair of shoes I only wanna give it to you And I sure do hope that you feel like I do Can't let this go, what can I say? I just don't know My love ain't no trip for the weekend Here to stay for all of the seasons You're the weakness that I can't control Baby, you all I need to get by You fly, so you're all I need to get high You got it? Uh, so put ya number in this camera phone And we can live like the camera's on No script, though These boys claiming they ball Got no grip, though My flow switchmode, it's so schizo So I'm the one that your girl blow a kiss for You gotta love me, Cole World, no snuggie Baddest girls hug me, my mind on you though You're hoping I'm the one But I already knew though It ain't no secret that I get around, true But girl, you make me want to settle down with you Get a crib with a view, lay up in the bed, make a kid, maybe two All my ex-girlfriends gon' have to get a clue 'Cause the rumors that you heard about is true I said I only wanna give it to you And I want you more than a new pair of shoes I only wanna give it to you And I sure do hope that you feel like I do I said I only wanna give it to you And I want you more than a new pair of shoes I, I,I wanna give it to you And I sure do hope that you feel That you feel like I do, ooh-ooh-ooh I like, I like, I like that y'all, I like that y'all
Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Warren Felder, Elle Varner, Marlon Williams, Jermaine Cole, Marcel Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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