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FLETCHER - Attached To You (Lyric Video)
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INTERPRETAÇÃO
FLETCHER
FLETCHER
Vocais
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Programação
David Levita
David Levita
Guitarra
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Composição
Julia Michaels
Julia Michaels
Composição
Cari Fletcher
Cari Fletcher
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Produção
Eli Heisler
Eli Heisler
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Engenharia (mixagem)
Nick 'Squids' Squillante
Nick 'Squids' Squillante
Engenharia (gravação)
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Engenharia (masterização)
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Engenharia de masterização (assistente)
Nate Mingo
Nate Mingo
Engenharia de masterização (assistente)

Letra

I know my mom She'd make you your favorite dish She'd be obsessed with you quick, like on night one She'd welcome you in our home Like you were one of our own, give you that East Coast love (love) That's why I keep her at a bird's-eye view So she doesn't get attached to you And I know my dad He'd say he's tempted to grill you If you hurt me, he'd kill you but he's not like that You'd probably bond over Springsteen And how much you both love me and vintage Cadillacs (Cadillacs) That's why I keep him at a bird's-eye view So he doesn't get attached to you But come to think of it, I think I saw the end You didn't get a chance to choose, there I go again Makin' up a bad excuse, so I don't get attached to you, to you Attached to you, to you I know my friends They'd talk conspiracy theories, you'd know more of them weirdly You would pass their tests They'd see how you keep me safe and show up for me in ways that they could never imagine That's why I keep 'em at a bird's-eye view So they don't get attached to you But come to think of it, I think I saw the end You didn't get a chance to choose, there I go again Makin' up a bad excuse So, I don't get attached to you, to you Attached to you, to you I'd rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me I'd run like hell And sabotage a good thing 'Cause I'm so fuckin', afraid it could be perfect I'd rather walk on glass than give someone the opportunity to hurt me I'd run like hell And sabotage a good thing 'Cause I'm so fuckin' afraid it could be perfect I know myself
Writer(s): Julia Michaels, Jennifer Decilveo, Cari Fletcher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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