Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fitz and The Tantrums
Fitz and The Tantrums
Vocals
James King
James King
Background Vocals
Jeremy Ruzumna
Jeremy Ruzumna
Keyboards
John Wicks
John Wicks
Drums
Joseph Karnes
Joseph Karnes
Bass Guitar
Noelle Scaggs
Noelle Scaggs
Tambourine
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Programming
Grant Michaels
Grant Michaels
Keyboards
FITZ
FITZ
Lead Vocals
BNDR
BNDR
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Burton Frederic
Eric Burton Frederic
Songwriter
John Wicks
John Wicks
Songwriter
Joseph Karnes
Joseph Karnes
Songwriter
Michael Fitzpatrick
Michael Fitzpatrick
Songwriter
Noelle Scaggs
Noelle Scaggs
Songwriter
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Songwriter
Jeremy Ruzumna
Jeremy Ruzumna
Songwriter
James King
James King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Ike Schultz
Ike Schultz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Producer
Ethan Shumaker
Ethan Shumaker
Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
BNDR
BNDR
Mixing Engineer

Testi

Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want the good life, every good night
You're a hard one to hold
'Cause you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said, I can make your hands clap
Somebody save your soul, 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold
I want your sex and your affection when they're holdin' you close
'Cause you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said, I can make your hands clap
Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
'Cause I'm in need of somethin' good right now
We could be screaming 'til the sun comes out
And when we wake, we'd be the only sound
Get on my knees and say a prayer, James Brown
I can make your hands clap
I can make your hands clap
I can make your hands clap (Clap, clap, clap, clap)
Said, I can make your hands clap
I can make your hands clap (Clap, clap, clap, clap)
Said, I can make your hands clap
I can make your hands clap
My flesh is searchin' for your worst and best, don't ever deny
I'm like a stranger, gimme me danger, all your wrongs and your rights
Secrets on Broadway to the freeway
You're a keeper of crimes
Fear no conviction, Grapes of Wrath can only sweeten your wine
But you don't even know
I can make your hands clap (Clap, clap, clap)
Said, I can make your hands clap (Clap, clap, clap, clap)
I can make your hands clap (Clap, clap, clap, clap)
Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
'Cause I'm in need of somethin' good right now
We could be screaming 'til the sun comes out
And when we wake we'd be the only sound
Get on my knees and say a prayer, James Brown
I can make your hands clap
I can make your hands clap
I can make your hands clap (Clap, clap, clap, clap)
Said, I can make your hands clap
I can make your hands clap (Clap, clap, clap, clap)
Said, I can make your hands clap
I can make your hands clap (Clap, clap, clap, clap)
Written by: Eric Burton Frederic, James King, Jeremy Ruzumna, John Wicks, Joseph Karnes, Michael Fitzpatrick, Noelle Scaggs, Sam Hollander
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