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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Everyone You Know
Everyone You Know
Performer
Harvey Thomas Kirkby
Harvey Thomas Kirkby
Programming
Rhys Kirkby-Cox
Rhys Kirkby-Cox
Vocals
Richard Boardman
Richard Boardman
Programming
Pablo Bowman
Pablo Bowman
Guitar
Dylan Sitts
Dylan Sitts
Bass
Dino Medanhodzic
Dino Medanhodzic
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harvey Thomas Kirkby
Harvey Thomas Kirkby
Composer
Rhys Kirkby-Cox
Rhys Kirkby-Cox
Composer
Richard Boardman
Richard Boardman
Composer
Pablo Bowman
Pablo Bowman
Composer
Dylan Sitts
Dylan Sitts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Everyone You Know
Everyone You Know
Producer
The Six
The Six
Producer
Barny Barnicott
Barny Barnicott
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer

Letra

It ain't the same when we speak I used to live it for the weekend It was funny in our teams Mate, you caught up in the deep end We used to party like a Saturday night On the high streets start looking for fights We're tryna run from the police Are you leaving for the weekend? Yeah You've got no luck You don't wanna grow up But fall asleep Do what your momma told ya Put it together, dry your eyes Said you can't be 18 all your life And you woke up Seven years are gone in the fast lane Do what your daddy showed ya You never could take his advice Said you can't be 18 all your life Said you can't be 18 all your life Said you can't be 18 all your life You must have loved him in your teens Now you're caught up in the deep end You're telling him to leave 'Cause your friends say you don't need him He's put you through his pain And you tell yourself he's changed While you wipe them tears away That's what you say You used to party like a Saturday night On the high streets still looking real nice While he's tryna run from the police You'll be leaving for the week You'll be leaving for the week You've got no luck You don't wanna grow up But fall asleep Do what your momma told ya Put it together, dry your eyes Said you can't be 18 all your life And you woke up Seven years are gone in the fast lane Do what your daddy showed ya You never could take his advice Said you can't be 18 all your life Said you can't be 18 all your life Said you can't be 18 all your life Dry your eyes Yeah, just dry your eyes Yeah, just dry your eyes Yeah, just dry your eyes You've got no luck You don't wanna grow up But fall asleep Do what your momma told ya Put it together, dry your eyes Said you can't be 18 all your life And you woke up Seven years are gone in the fast lane Do what your daddy showed ya You never could take his advice Said you can't be 18 all your life Said you can't be 18 all your life Said you can't be 18 all your life
Writer(s): Pablo Bowman, Richard Paul Badger Boardman, Harvey Thomas Kirkby, Rhys Kirkby-cox, Dylan Sitts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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