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Saint Levant - Tell Me I'm Dreaming (Official Video)
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Saint Levant
Saint Levant
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Henry Morris
Henry Morris
Автор песен
Marwan Abdelhamid
Marwan Abdelhamid
Автор песен
Domenico Lorenzo Caderni
Domenico Lorenzo Caderni
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Henry Morris
Henry Morris
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Buddy Caderni
Buddy Caderni
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Uh, life in the West Scrolling through Insta, daily reminders we blessed I mean, sure we got our problems But the pictures that be popping up from back home Minimize but elevate the stress Just the son of a nation that will never fall I'm the grandson of immigrants that saw it all They talk about us online but we know who we are And I got very few friends that know who they are 800 people at the show but I want you only She's ain't like أي واحدة تانية but babe, I want you on me Bro, life is getting lonely, I won't let anything slow me I need a woman to hold me down when the spotlight is gone Will you be here tomorrow? Just live it, pour moi, it could pour moi 'Cause I know what you want وأه بتذكر لما كانوا يحكوا عني بالعقل بس ما بتأثر، أنا شغلة ما شوفتوها من قبل A hundred thousand dollar checks to pay me to be me now You think I give a fuck about some tweets now? Just glad I gave you something to talk about with your boys 'Cause you're just bored and unemployed, huh? Talk of the town, talk of the town Now you gotta go through MADiC to talk to me now My grandma's Alzheimer's toned down, we playin' piano Pick up the saxophone again and I'm hittin' soprano A young Freddie Mercury mixed with some Marlon Brando A light pink suit on me, I swear it's on brand though And I'm still in command though, I got a lot of ammo Talk about me all you want, I bet your girl a fan though Refugees would've privileged a dream Come to the city and meet the team Refugees would've privileged a dream The boys are money-makin' machine now Tell me I'm dreaming There's nothing we all have left to leave Nothing we all have left to leave I give so much joy to a lonely boy Tell me I'm dreaming Don't know if I'm dreaming or it's real life, baby Don't know if I'm dreaming or it's real life, baby Told me you could meet me on the west side And I'm slashing for the women but I can't lie I think that you should cancel all your plans and come see me Even if I hurt you, don't need me We are not the same, you can't feel me She told me, "Y a quelqu'chose dans ta voix qui m'plaît" Okay, y a quelqu'chose dans ma voix qui plaît, c'est fait I'm coast to coast and I die You talk about me, I laugh You been all on your ah, ah And I've been all in my bag The last time that I saw you, I didn't know what I had But now wherever I travel, man, I swear I'm bringing my dad You told me you could meet me on the west side It's a 20-hour ferry, put a spin time Bébé, on fait pas l'amour que dans mes rêves Dis, je vois les mots de travers dans tes cernes, I'll be waiting But you don't know 'Cause I like it when you don't know Yeah, I met you out in Saudi but I'll see you in LA Pick up the phone 'cause I'm in London for the bed
Writer(s): Henry Morris, Marwan Abdelhamid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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