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Stay With Me
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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Producer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Coleman
Andrew Coleman
Recording Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Fly shit Turn me up some more Pusha, Skateboard P Give it to 'em You're that girl Who thinks the world Is something beautiful And that's all baby But you're lookin' far abroad Wishing upon the wrong star Cause it don't know That's not how it goes So, I can't explain Why things are made the same and others change He made it that way But the perplexities of the world Leaves more oysters and pearls And I don't know It's just the way it goes But I know you can Stay with me Lock the door Take the key I am yours Feel the BAPE It is yours It is yours It is yours (Hey!) Don't take the time To relax your mind So unusual, oh baby Put your priorities on the shelf But your emotions and your health just don't go Your body says no, so I can't conceive That leaves would grow on trees And blow with the breeze And come back next spring But the perplexities of life Brings more days that form new skies So who's to know I suppose that you could Stay with me Lock the door Take the key I am yours Feel the BAPE It is yours It is yours It is yours (Hey!) Up, up and away I be the wind that blows yourself The pixie dust of tinkerbell Up, up and away I be the wind beneath your wings Living color comes with you P, I think we got one baby Pusha, let's go Baby, let's pour it up Lift them Gallardo doors up Paris for them Louis as soon as the tour's up The million dollar frames is his and her the same I took it on the chin when I heard about the lame I ain't here to try to rewrite your past, no That don't measure up to the nights that we laughed When considering love, you take the good with the bad I've been disappointed by every bitch I ever had Either she was dick crazy or cheddar mad Shame what they did for them jeans and them leather bags Reverse it, I want perfect That was half the reason I bought half them purses That chapter is over, it was worth it My new angel surface She ain't have to rehearse it My baby's real That's why I put the chill on her So good make a nigga wanna kneel on her, not yet Stay with me Lock the door Take the key I am yours Feel the BAPE It is yours It is yours It is yours (Hey!)
Writer(s): Justin R. Timberlake, Pharrell L. Williams, James Edward Ii Fauntleroy, Adam Richard Wiles, Ashley Frangipane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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