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Pass Out (French Version; Feat. Seth Gueko)

Tinie Tempah

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Pass Out (French Version) (feat. Seth Gueko)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seth Gueko
Seth Gueko
Vocals
Tinie Tempah
Tinie Tempah
Lead Vocals
Mark Richard Roberts
Mark Richard Roberts
Programming
Timothy Mckenzie
Timothy Mckenzie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Williams
Marc Williams
Songwriter
Nicolas David Salvadori
Nicolas David Salvadori
Songwriter
Patrick Okogwu
Patrick Okogwu
Songwriter
Timothy Mckenzie
Timothy Mckenzie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Richard Roberts
Mark Richard Roberts
Producer
Timothy Mckenzie
Timothy Mckenzie
Producer
Da Digglar
Da Digglar
Producer
Mr. Jones
Mr. Jones
Mixing Engineer

Letra

It's okay, I'm good Let's go Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out Let it rain, let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out Yeah, I'm in charge now I'm a star and I brought my fuckin' cast out I live a very, very, very wild lifestyle Heidi and Audrina eat your heart out I used to listen to you, don't wanna bring arms house I got so many clothes, I keeps some in my aunt's house Disturbing London baby, we about to branch out Soon I'll be the king like Prince Charles child Yeah, yeah and there ain't nobody fresher Semester to semester, ravin' with the fresher's 20 light bulbs around my table on my dresser ClC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her Say hello to Dexter, say hello to uncle Fester Got them gazing at my necklace and my crazy sun protectors G-shocks, I got a crazy thumb collection Haters, I can't fuckin' hear your reception Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out Let it rain, let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out Yeah, this shit was meant to last me 24 hours man Ok Yeah, they say hello, they say hola, and they say bonjour I'm pissed, I never got to fly on a Concord I been Southampton but I've never been to Scunthorpe I'm fuckin' crazy with the kicks, call me Jean Claude I'm 'bout to be a bigger star than my mum thought 'Cause every day I got a groupie at my front door Now I drive past the bus I used to run for Where's my fucking clap, where's my encore? I walk alone 'cause I was born alone I chirps her just for fun, I'll never ever call her phone I'll leave her in the club, I'll never ever walk her home DL the fuckin' foundation, I'm the cornerstone I'm born famous, I'm sorta known If your son doesn't, I bet your daughter knows Check out my visual, check out my audio Extraordinary, yo, hope you enjoy the show Yeah, yeah, we bring the stars out We bring the women and the cars and the cards out Let's have a toast, a celebration, get a glass out And we can do this until we pass out Let it rain, let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out Uh, look at me, I been a cheeky bastard, man and Look at all the drama we started, now I'm In here layin' on my back Sayin' DJ, won't ya gimmie one more track? Let it rain, let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out Let it rain, let it pour away We won't come down Until we hit the ground and pass out Pass out SONGWRITERS MCKENZIE, TIMOTHY / WILLIAMS, MARC / OKOGWU, PATRICK PUBLISHED BY LYRICS
Writer(s): Patrick Junior Chukwuemka Okogwu, Nicolas Salvadori, Mark Richard Antony Roberts, Timothy Lee Mckenzie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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