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John Legend
John Legend
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Chance the Rapper
Chance the Rapper
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Blake Mills
Blake Mills
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Pino Palladino
Pino Palladino
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Wendy Melvoin
Wendy Melvoin
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Zac Rae
Zac Rae
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Rob Moose
Rob Moose
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Larry Goldings
Larry Goldings
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Jess Wolfe
Jess Wolfe
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Holly Laessig
Holly Laessig
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Chris Dave
Chris Dave
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Blake Mills
Blake Mills
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Greg Kurstin
Greg Kurstin
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Chancelor J. Bennett
Chancelor J. Bennett
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John Legend
John Legend
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Blake Mills
Blake Mills
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Shawn Everett
Shawn Everett
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Joseph Lorge
Joseph Lorge
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David Davis
David Davis
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Andrew Masters
Andrew Masters
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Brendan Dekora
Brendan Dekora
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Tyler Shields
Tyler Shields
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Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
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All this trouble in this here town All this shit going down When will they focus on this Streets ride up with the TV crews Look ma, we on the news But they didn't notice before this They float above the city lights Forget the truth, inhale the lies Just enjoy the show They see us reaching for the sky Just in order to survive Maybe we should go Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Let's ride the elevator, they can't keep us out no more Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Penthouse floor All that bubbly, all that wine, oh man, look at the times Didn't they notice, notice Only future I can see, ain't what it used to be And I didn't know this, I didn't know this Once you're above the city lights, won't want to spend another night Down there on your own The holding on is made for us, the altitude is dangerous But we ain't going home Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Let's ride the elevator, it's what we've been waiting for Can't keep us out no more (let's go, let's go, let's go) Penthouse floor I heard this old joke once, it was like, uh Knock-knock, who there? It's us, us who? Just us, who this? Just playin', just me New phone, new hair, new era I'm in the penthouse, baby Handpicked from bad apples and bad eggs Held back, I had to grab crab legs And then there were only but a few Conversations held with patience, what a party, what a view What a dress, what a song, what a beautiful time My folks downstairs, still waiting in line They never been in these rooms, never stayed with these folks Never laughed at the news, never hated these jokes So as I fly in my suit, in a group, undercover Forcing a new smile, he tells me another He said, "What happened to the boy that climbed up the trunk?" Then he pushed me off the top and said, "Jump, nigga, jump!" Ooh, don't bring me down, I need a room in the clouds I wanna get there babe, I wanna elevate Ooh, my favorite mix, a little ignorance and bliss In the penthouse babe, go to the penthouse Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Let's ride the elevator, it's what we've been waiting for We'll tear down those penthouse doors (let's go, let's go, let's go) Those penthouse doors We'll tear down the penthouse doors (let's go, let's go, let's go) Baby, I'm in the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Baby, let's ride the elevator 'til we can rise some more Go to the penthouse floor (let's go, let's go, let's go) Penthouse floor
Writer(s): John Roger Stephens, Blake Mills, Chancelor Jonathan Bennett, Gregory Allen Kurstin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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