Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SG Lewis
SG Lewis
Programming
Lucky Daye
Lucky Daye
Vocals
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Keyboards
Simon Hale
Simon Hale
Strings
Kapote
Kapote
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel George Lewis
Samuel George Lewis
Songwriter
Dustin Bowie
Dustin Bowie
Songwriter
D Brown
D Brown
Songwriter
MATT JOHNSON
MATT JOHNSON
Songwriter
Simon Hale
Simon Hale
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SG Lewis
SG Lewis
Producer
Tristan Hoogland
Tristan Hoogland
Recording Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Tekst Utworu

One
Two
Three
(You better move)
Four
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
One
You gotta have fun
Three
(You better move)
Four
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
I think we're on to something, I want some more
I think we're on to something, I want some more
I think we're on to something, I want some more
Feels so familiar like I've been here before
Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes
Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes
Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes
Just let it happen, feed the fire
Four
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
Four
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
Your sweat is dripping, getting under my skin
I cut you open, won't you pull me in
You pour it on me, slipping into desire
Whatever happens
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
I think we're on to something, I want some more
Feels so familiar like I've been here before
Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes
Just let it happen, feed the fire
Your sweat is dripping, getting under my skin
I cut you open, won't you pull me in
You pour it on me, slipping into desire
Whatever happens, feed the fire
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
Four
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
Four
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
If the beat stop, baby, we could rock some more
Your sweat is dripping, getting under my skin
I cut you open, won't you pull me in
You pour it on me, slipping into desire
Whatever happens, feed the fire
I think we're on to something, I want some more
Feels so familiar like I've been here before
Don't just look at me with that glare in your eyes
Just let it happen, feed the fire
Your sweat is dripping, getting under my skin
I cut you open, won't you pull me in
You pour it on me, slipping into desire
Whatever happens, feed the fire
Written by: David Brown, Dustin Bowie, Matt Johnson, Samuel George Lewis
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