Vídeo de música

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Synthesizer
Andrew MacFarlane
Andrew MacFarlane
Guitar
Edmund Irwin-Singer
Edmund Irwin-Singer
Guitar
David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Luke Pickering
Luke Pickering
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chloe Kraemer
Chloe Kraemer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
Producer
Riley MacIntyre
Riley MacIntyre
Recording Engineer

Letra

I said to you, "Why did you do it?" Touch the glass, I'll feel ya through it Against the wall with the bracelets on You look bizarre in the apricot You think that you're Space Ghost You're wanted coast to coast Fuck that shit, now I go My way and you go yours Gotta be all that coco, ayy? Playin' too much of that GTA Playin' too much of that Dr. Dre Doom, Quake, where'd you get the gun from, eh? Really think that metal gonna make you safe? Playing peek-a-boo with the devil these days Black cap back with a trench coat, ayy Living in the valley cuttin' porno tapes (Living in the valley cuttin' porno-) You think that you're Space Ghost You're wanted coast to coast Fuck that shit, now I go My way and you go yours Were you bored of gender norms? Of being alone, no mama home A bad divorce, or sad we can't Afford the clothes our heroes own? Remember when you stole Mom's old Geo Metro You wore her old bath robe Too small to see the road We were just two Texas toddlers Pokémon and bottle rockets Dunkaroos, and Real Monsters Capri Sun straw in the bottom You think that you're Space Ghost You're wanted coast to coast Fuck that shit, now I go My way and you go yours Heard you were lookin' up the cookbook, names Cut into the back of your bedroom door frame Super villain with a manifesto, dang Gotta say I'm pretty glad they caught you, man Get back to the kickball days Scared to hold hands at school disco days 007, Nintendo, James Bond, Hot Pockets in the microwave You think that you're Space Ghost You're wanted coast to coast Fuck that shit, now I go My way and you go yours (Living in the valley cuttin' porno-)
Writer(s): David Algernon Bayley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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