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All My Friends (Wave Racer Remix)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Snakehips
Snakehips
Программирование
Tinashe
Tinashe
Вокал
Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
Вокал
Wave Racer
Wave Racer
Ремиксер
Oliver Dickinson
Oliver Dickinson
Вокал
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Oliver Dickinson
Oliver Dickinson
Автор песен
James David
James David
Автор песен
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Автор песен
Chancelor J. Bennett
Chancelor J. Bennett
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Snakehips
Snakehips
Продюсер
Wave Racer
Wave Racer
Мастеринг-инженер
Cass Lowe
Cass Lowe
Продюсер
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Миксинг-инженер
John Hanes
John Hanes
Инженер

Слова

We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals Sure, I get lonely, when I'm the only Only human in the heaving heat of the animals Bit of brown salt, stinging on my tongue I will not waver, heart will not wait it's turn It will beat, it will burn burn, burn your love into the ground With the lips of another 'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely Sometimes All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another friday night I've wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe I hit the bar Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic To the car We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrr Crash on the floor, catch the z, z, z's Popping the polar opposite the NZT Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand But I done seen how the drugs did my main man The nights you won't remember, are the nights you won't remember I be gone 'til November, on my city come December Dreams are made for cages nigga, lions are for real nigga Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills nigga Friday's awful chill and I just came to catch a re- I just had to rest in peace the recipe The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying Hope you feel what I'm saying All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I've wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe Don't even know me Except I get lonely some nights When the angels on my shoulder Slump my head I'm stuck here with the vultures Hissing and circling You didn't call me Call me Call me Call me All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I've wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe All my friends are wasted And I hate this club Man I drink too much Another Friday night I've wasted My eyes are black and red I'm crawling back to you babe
Writer(s): Cass Lowe, Chancelor Bennett, James Alexander David, Oliver Mark Dickinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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