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Mike Posner
Mike Posner
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Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Бас-гитара
Oskar Winberg
Oskar Winberg
Ударные инструменты
Kristoffer Sonne
Kristoffer Sonne
Барабаны
Glen Scott
Glen Scott
Фортепиано
Big Sean
Big Sean
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Mike Posner
Mike Posner
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Big Sean
Big Sean
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mike Posner
Mike Posner
Продюсер
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Продюсер
Kristian Larsen
Kristian Larsen
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Oskar Winberg
Oskar Winberg
Инженер звукозаписи
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
Миксинг-инженер
Tyler Scott
Tyler Scott
Миксинг-инженер
Lucas Lowe
Lucas Lowe
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

[Verse 1]
I'm a writer and a lover, I'm a Midwest music man
And I've been to a lot of places but I'm gon' end where I began
I took class in Carolina, got high smoking joints
And now they know my name in Paris, but I'll be buried in Detroit
[Verse 2]
Next to my father, and my father's father, too
I used to live in New York City but, baby, that ain't no substitute
Not for my hometown, that place people avoid
I've made love in every city, but
I'll be buried in Detroit
[Verse 3]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(Buried in Detroit)
[Verse 4]
I don't claim to be a prophet, I just speak my mind
I try to tell it like it is and sometimes God makes it right
I like my songs how I like my women, honest and to the point
You see, I got fucked up in Stockholm, but I'll be buried in Detroit
[Verse 5]
Next to my father, and my father's father, too
I used to live in New York City but, baby, that ain't no substitute
Not for my hometown, that place people avoid
I've made love in every city but
I'll be buried in Detroit
[Verse 6]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Buried in Detroit)
[Verse 7]
Man, I always kept it righteous knowing it would come back to me
Even when my hunger was outweighing the strategy
And I pray to God, like, I hope you got a map for me
Up at five AM, like, nobody want it as bad as me
I guess hunger either kill you or it energize you
Motor city, boy, I been a driver
The young Detroit legend, I swear I got the city inspired
And brought Em' out, too just to solidify it
D boy, D boy, that's how I was raised
Boss up or put the city on, forever my ways
Me and Ma started charity to give the kids clarity
And take it further than the foundation we lay
Thanksgiving Day Parade, I got carried through the city
And after that, I hope I get married in the city
And after that, I hope I buried in the city
Even when I'm gone, you gon' still hear me through the city
[Verse 8]
(Buried in Detroit) Whoa, whoa
(Buried in Detroit) Whoa, whoa
(Buried in Detroit)
Written by: Mike Posner, Sean Anderson
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