Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
RAC
RAC
Исполнитель
Guy Licata
Guy Licata
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
André Allen Anjos
André Allen Anjos
Композитор
Chris Glover
Chris Glover
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
RAC
RAC
Продюсер
André Allen Anjos
André Allen Anjos
Продюсер
Abe Seiferth
Abe Seiferth
Инженер
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Мастеринг-инженер
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Миксинг-инженер
Ryan Gilligan
Ryan Gilligan
Ассистент миксинг-инженера

Слова

[Verse 1]
I'm not telling you again what you need
It's just a slap around
To make everything stop and cure the fall
When you come back down
[Verse 2]
I'm not everything you want, I'm just a tease
Maybe a matter of touch, you could tell me what you want
I'll give it to you, maybe you think too much
[Verse 3]
'Cause you're Hollywood, you never should
We never talk anymore, with your high heels on
You kill the sun, I'm not your friend anymore
[Verse 4]
I'm so sick and tired of everyone
Telling you what you want
I could never keep track who's gonna come
When you stop waving your magic wand
[Verse 5]
And you seem to forget everything that you said
Before you had it written for you
There's too much going on that you need to belong to
It's the only thing you now how to do
[Verse 6]
'Cause you're Hollywood, another world
You made it all on your own, with your high heels on
You kill the sun, I'm not your friend anymore
[Verse 7]
You went to Hollywood to make it
You never cared
[Verse 8]
Hollywood, you never should
We never talk anymore, with your high heels on
You kill the sun, I'm not your friend anymore
[Verse 9]
Not your friend anymore
Not your friend anymore
Not your friend anymore
Not your friend anymore
Not your friend anymore
Not your friend anymore
Written by: André Allen Anjos, Chris Glover
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