Ouve Strawberry Huracan de MASN

Strawberry Huracan

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mason Benjamin Rupper
Mason Benjamin Rupper
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason Benjamin Rupper
Mason Benjamin Rupper
Composer
Jordan Lutes
Jordan Lutes
Composer
Daniel Majic
Daniel Majic
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Majic
Danny Majic
Producer
Anthony Dolhai
Anthony Dolhai
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer

Letra

I wanna wake up warm, somewhere in the summer Feelin' like money, doin' everything I wanna Then I take one to the face (face), get a little dizzy Lambo's gonna race, runnin' red lights in the city I earned all this shit, can't nobody tell me different 150 on the freeway, finally got it out my system If I lose my brakes then right here I won't be sittin' Swear this shit is scripted, but it's just how we're livin' Yeah, it's just how we're livin' In LA, it's a movie (woo, woah) PCH, bitch, I'm cruisin' (cruisin') Strawberry paint like a smoothie, wow (oh, wow) Burnin' out Drop the top and let the breeze in (breeze in), do it for no reason Huracan in Corsa and the horses got me speedin' Do it 'cause I need this, yeah, I need this City of angels (angels), I'm seeing demons Don't care what your plans are, we're goin' right now (we're goin' right now) The whip goes bananas and I'm peelin' out Twenty minutes to Nobu, only took about five Rollie with the diamonds, I can't even see the time I wanna wake up warm, somewhere in the summer Feelin' like money, doin' everything I wanna Then I take one to the face, get a little dizzy Lambo's gonna race, runnin' red lights in the city I earned all this shit, can't nobody tell me different 150 on the freeway, finally got it out my system If I lose my brakes then right here I won't be sittin' Swear this shit is scripted, but it's just how we're livin' Yeah, it's just how we're livin' Three, two-seaters in the driveway, at my place (on the highway) Flip a coin and pick and let's boat on the highway Don't care about the time or the distance I promise you don't wanna miss this Don't care what your plans are, we're goin' right now The whip goes bananas and I'm peelin' out Twenty minutes to Nobu, only took about five Rollie with the diamonds, I can't even see the time I wanna wake up warm, somewhere in the summer Feelin' like money, doin' everything I wanna Then I take one to the face, get a little dizzy Lambo's gonna race, runnin' red lights in the city I earned all this shit, can't nobody tell me different 150 on the freeway, finally got it out my system If I lose my brakes then right here I won't be sittin' Swear this shit is scripted, but it's just how we're livin' Yeah, it's just how we're livin' Ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh, oh Ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh, oh Ooh-woah, ooh-woah, oh, oh
Writer(s): Daniel Majic, Mason Rupper, Jordan Lutes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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