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PERFORMING ARTISTS
MNDR
Vocals
Amanda Warner
Programming
Q-Tip
Vocals
Homer Steinweiss
Drums
Victor Axelrod
Keyboards
Nick Movshon
Bass
Stevie Smith
Background Vocals
Scarlett Smith
Background Vocals
Ona Ascoli
Background Vocals
Joseph Elmhirst
Background Vocals
Nick Hodgson
Background Vocals
Mark Ronson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Wade Keusch
Composer
Amanda Warner
Songwriter
Q-Tip
Songwriter
Homer Steinweiss
Composer
Alex Greenwald
Composer
Mark Ronson
Songwriter
Nick J.D. Hodgson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Dan Parry
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Mark Ronson
Producer
Peter Wade Keusch
Engineer
Rob Murray
Engineer
Letra
Un, deux, trois
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking, around my head
Your information
But there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers
On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho'
40k contract, take it out the do'
Dice, symbolise my life, roll 'em on the flo'
From your grubby hands, as you hand the grand stand
You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie
Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv
Think you got us fooled, ooh never again
First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tête
Je te plumerai la, tête
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tête
Je te plumerai la, tête
No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward
No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin'
With late night divisions, and lab app decisions
But based with decisions, to fight a fricassée
And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me
Difficile, immbocile, is it fake, is it real
Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep
There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town
If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
Numbers, you got that number
You're looking outwards, and don't see the big picture
Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words
Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tête
Je te plumerai la, tête
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tête
Je te plumerai la, tête
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin'
We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth
We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you
Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales)
We climb the structure (you scale the ladder)
You build it higher (you make us madder)
We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off)
You perch above your nest (_ in your charms)
The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head)
That's what got you dead
No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tête
Je te plumerai la, tête
Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette
Je te plumerai la, tête
Je te plumerai la, tête
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang
When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette)
Un, deux, trois
No one ever does it like that anymore
Bang, bang, bang (alouette)
When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
Writer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Peter W. Keusch, Alex Greenwald, Nicholas Hodgson, Mark D. Ronson, Amanda Lucille Warner
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