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Peter Pan
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Pop
Peter Pan è stato pubblicato il 31 marzo 2023 da Boom.Records come parte dell'album Peter Pan - Single
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Data di uscita31 marzo 2023
EtichettaBoom.Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM127

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ella Isaacson
Ella Isaacson
Performer
Jades Goudreault
Jades Goudreault
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ella Isaacson
Ella Isaacson
Songwriter
Jades Goudreault
Jades Goudreault
Songwriter
Charlotte Reed
Charlotte Reed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dex Barstad
Dex Barstad
Producer

Testi

I don't even need your help
I'd rather fuck with my, fuck with myself
I don't even need your help
I'd rather fuck with my, fuck with myself
Money and your colored cars helped sometimes
I kiss your plastic heart and you
Kept me in the drawer, played with me sometimes
And miles of single letter
Keychain in your pocket, lucky charm and you lost it
No, no, nobody, no, no
Fell in love with a Peter Pan, Pan
He wasn't even a man, man, man
Eat out the palm of his hand, hand, hand
Run away fast as he can, can, can
I don't even need your help
I'd rather fuck with my, fuck with myself
I don't even need your help
I'd rather fuck with my, fuck with myself
Off with the beast, off with his head
Took me for dead, but in the end
I'm light as a feather, stiff like a bitch
Tend to get bored, now he gets a lift to
Ooh, I heard about ya, it fly away
'Cause you never, never, never meant it
I could love me better than you can
Keychain in your pocket, lucky charm and you lost it
Now I'm no, nobody, no, no, no (hell, no)
And I fell in love with a Peter Pan, Pan
He wasn't even a man, man, man
Eat out the palm of his hand, hand, hand
Run away fast as he can, can, can
I don't even need your help
I'd rather fuck with my, fuck with myself
I don't even need your help
I'd rather fuck with my, fuck with myself
Cars, cash, price tags
That's what you had
Cars, cash, price tags (I can't stand you)
That's what (when you say, I didn't say you are)
Fell in love with a Peter Pan, Pan
He wasn't even a man, man, man
Eat out the palm of his hand, hand, hand
Run away fast as he can, can, can
I don't even need your help
I'd rather fuck with my, fuck with myself
I don't even need your help
I'd rather fuck with my, fuck with myself
Written by: Charlotte Reed, Ella Isaacson, Jades Goudreault
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