Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Kesha
Kesha
Vocais
Big Freedia
Big Freedia
Vocais
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Bateria
Omega
Omega
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Kesha Sebert
Kesha Sebert
Composição
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Ajay Bhattacharyya
Composição
Stephen Wrabel
Stephen Wrabel
Composição
Sean Douglas
Sean Douglas
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Omega
Omega
Produção
Stint
Stint
Produção
Tainy
Tainy
Produção (adicional)
Daramola
Daramola
Produção (adicional)
Anthony Dolhai
Anthony Dolhai
Engenharia
Matt Dyson
Matt Dyson
Engenharia
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Engenharia (mixagem)
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Engenharia
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Engenharia (assistente)
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Engenharia (assistente)
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Engenharia (masterização)
Hector Vega
Hector Vega
Engenharia (assistente)
Matt Tuggle
Matt Tuggle
Engenharia

Letra

[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let's go!
[Verse 1]
Hallelujah
I'm still here, still bringin' it to ya
Ohm, like Buddha
Good girls know how to to get hard too, ya
[Verse 2]
I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
No walk of shame, 'cause I love this dress
Hungover, heart of gold, holy mess
Doin' my best
Ah
Bitch, I'm blessed
[Chorus]
Oh, if you couldn't tell
We can always find the trouble
We don't need no help
Singin', oh Mama raised me well
But I don't wanna go to Heaven
Without raising hell, get it
[Verse 3]
Get it
[Verse 4]
Drop it down low
Hit it, hit the floor with it
Drop it down low, drop it down low
Drop-drop-drop it down low, drop it down low
Get it
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down-down low
Bounce it up and down, where the good Lord split it
[Verse 5]
Hands up, witness
Solo cup full of holy spirits
Somethin' wicked
Speakin' in tongues and my blood-red lipstick
[Verse 6]
I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best
No walk of shame, 'cause I love this dress
Only God can judge this holy mess
Bitch, I'm blessed
[Chorus]
Oh, if you couldn't tell
Oh well
We can always find the trouble
We don't need no help
Singin', oh Mama raised me well
Uh huh
But I don't wanna go to Heaven
Without raising hell
Ahh
[Verse 7]
Get it
Brrrahh
Drop it down low
Hit it, hit the floor with it
Drop it down low, drop it down low
Drop-drop-drop it down low, drop it down low
Get it
Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop-drop-drop it down-down low
Bounce it up and down, where the good Lord split it
[Verse 8]
Ladies and gentlemen
Aww shit
Let's shake what the good Lord gave us
Oh yes, baby, come on, let's go
[Verse 9]
Aww dang, this that shit
Beat like this wanna shake my ooh
Aww dang, this that shit
Beat like this wanna shake my ooh
Aww dang, this that shit
Beat like this, haters, suck my ooh
Woo! Lord, feelin' it
Beat like this make me feel that power
[Chorus]
Oh if you couldn't tell
We can always find the trouble
We don't need no help
Singin', oh Mama raised me well
But I don't wanna go to Heaven
Without raising hell
[Outro]
Can I get an Amen?
This is for the misfits of Creation
Take this as your holy validation
Come on
You don't need to hide, we're celebratin'
Sing it, Kesha, bitch
This is our salvation
Written by: Ajay Bhattacharyya, Kesha Sebert, Sean Douglas, Wrabel
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