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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tash Sultana
Tash Sultana
Performer
Jerome Farah
Jerome Farah
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Farah
Jerome Farah
Composer
Taj Hendrix (Tash) Sultana
Taj Hendrix (Tash) Sultana
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taj Hendrix (Tash) Sultana
Taj Hendrix (Tash) Sultana
Recording Engineer
Dann Hume
Dann Hume
Mixing Engineer
Richard Stolz
Richard Stolz
Recording Engineer
Andrei Eremin
Andrei Eremin
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

I've been waiting for my time to appear to me And tell the secrets of the willow tree I heard your future rustles in the breeze And carries rumors like the birds and the bees And does it really put your mind at ease To step back at the fact that you're standing here Right where you've always dreamed? And I had this vision before When everybody comes a-knockin' to my door Took a moment to gather their senses Clean the bullshit smeared right across their lenses Blinded by the big, big lights and the talk so cheap One time lucky at the top but the fall is steep Hand-built the pyramid one by one While you flew first class into the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Where there's smoke there's fire Take me up just a little bit higher Hot damn, try to rip off your plans Win a free ride back to Neverland Oh man, see I don't understand But I can feel the rain peeling pain from my hands Open up the floodgates and let it pour in Kill the ego, 'cause you're never gonna win I've been waiting, way too long Checking my watch like is this thing on? Did my time and I paid my dues I mean, y'all ain't tryna walk a day in my shoes I'ma get what I been asking for Quittin' won't even make the last resort I mean, I be reachin' for the stars, ain't no astronaut It's Romey Rome and homie Tash of course And I had this vision before When everybody comes a-knockin' to my door Took a moment to gather their senses Clean the bullshit smeared right across their lenses Blinded by the big, big lights and the talk so cheap One time lucky at the top but the fall is steep Hand-built the pyramid one by one While you flew first class into the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Where there's smoke there's fire Take me up just a little bit higher Hot damn, try to rip off your plans Win a free ride back to Neverland Oh man, see I don't understand But I can feel the rain peeling pain from my hands Open up the floodgates and let it pour in Kill the ego, 'cause you're never gonna win
Writer(s): Jerome Hamilton Farah, Taj Hendrix Sultana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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