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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
E. Montilla
E. Montilla
Piano
Cool
Cool
Performer
Dre
Dre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
E. Montilla
E. Montilla
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Gina Victoria
Gina Victoria
Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Kevin "Turbo" Zulueta
Kevin "Turbo" Zulueta
Assistant Recording Engineer
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chad Jolley
Chad Jolley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Mula Baby She was a young girl in pursuit of glory and fame She would do anything she could to feel the flame When everybody knew your mood and the games you played She finally made all her dreams come true and then she screamed Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice, yeah Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice He was a young boy in pursuit of money and fame, agh And he would do anything he could to kill the pain, agh-oh When everybody know your moves, they speaking your name, oh All over the late night local news I heard them scream Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice, whoa I say the sun don't shine forever (Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh) And everything that glitter ain't gold, uh-agh I say love don't love forever (Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh) When everything that's new gets old, uh-agh Sometimes we try to find a road to the richness Need roadside assistants Blisters on my knees, from begging for forgiveness Ain't no dollars on my trees but mileage on my feet 'Cause I been climbing to the peak, and running from the bullshit I'm tired of hearing the same song, who told the DJ bring it back Dead Presidents bullet in Abraham Lincoln hat Staring at BIG poster, I swear that he be winking back Cut school, sell crack, sorry I'm just thinking back Ca-call me crazy, I've been called worse It's like I have it all, but what's it all worth? Ha-ha I'm probably better in my afterlife I should cherish life, but this ain't paradice (paradice) Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice Oh no, this ain't paradice (Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh) This ain't paradice No, this ain't paradice This ain't paradice, ayy
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Dwayne Carter, Edward John Montilla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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