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Vince Staples - Crabs In A Bucket (Official Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Вокал
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Программирование
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Программирование
Kilo Kish
Kilo Kish
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Автор песен
Lakisha Robinson
Lakisha Robinson
Автор песен
Stanley Walden
Stanley Walden
Автор песен
Amerie Mi Marie Rogers
Amerie Mi Marie Rogers
Автор песен
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Автор песен
Rich Harrison
Rich Harrison
Автор песен
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Zack Sekoff
Zack Sekoff
Продюсер
Justin Vernon
Justin Vernon
Сопродюсер
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Инженер звукозаписи
William Francis Delaney VI
William Francis Delaney VI
Дополнительный инженер
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

Crabs in a bucket Crabs in a bucket Wanna see you at the bottom, don't you love it? When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encore Sendin' shots but you at the top floor Let 'em pop shit, give me some drugs to go pop with Need white women at the shows unconscious If not that then topless, earned all this Get with that or get in the moshpit Where's your moxie? Ain't you from Poppy? Young man, you not actin' too cocky Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash Read a hundred somethin' on the E-class dash If I'm feelin' funny, guaranteed gon' blast Cock back, blast, put 'em in a bag Prolly gon' regret it in the retrospect Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet Spend a lot of money on the CDG Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen? Battle with the white man day by day Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play They don't ever want to see the black man eat Nails in the black man's hands and feet Put him on a cross so we put him on a chain Lying to me, sayin' he don't look like me Rollcage on the GT3 How a show on stage like a DVD? Put me in the MoMA when it's over with I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit Remember that I still got you I still got you here It's rare they'd come across you? I kept you hidden in my head Drowning in my own ocean I forgot to care And you can drop the anchor, baby I know what's under there It never really crossed my mind to think Maybe you'd avert your glance at me? Ever really cross your mind Ever really cross your mind I ain't never had no chance to breathe
Writer(s): Rich Harrison, Amerie Mi Marie Rogers, Stanley E. Walden, Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon, Vincent Staples, Lakisha K. Robinson, Zachary Deem Sekoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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