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Cosmo Pyke - Chronic Sunshine
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Cosmo Pyke
Cosmo Pyke
Электрогитара
Eddie Amos
Eddie Amos
Барабаны
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Клавишные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Benjamin Michael Odell Miller
Benjamin Michael Odell Miller
Автор песен
Cosmo David Augustus Pyke
Cosmo David Augustus Pyke
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Миксинг-инженер
Cosmo Pyke
Cosmo Pyke
Продюсер
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Продюсер

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Because I've had enough of all this controversy I've been affected and I can't lie That shit quite frankly bothers me She said, she said you're the man I'm on together and I'm having doubts We won't hurt you or all your plans Paraphernalia and contraband I wasn't 'llowed to, I was proud to come To terms with germs and fuck'ries in my life All I'm sayin' is that's not me, it could be you for all eternity Chronic sunshines forever You know that it don't really go I'm getting spat out of Peckham While you're cycling home It's an ongoing circle No sights to behold (sights to behold) Vicious repetitions While still cycling home She said, she said you're a star, Cosmo But you're a star and we're all star stuff That rebounds, but first he outcomes weak Before you know, you'll forgot what to speak I just forgot what I was thinking All these blues have got me sinking I dropped it on the floor because of your missed call The one you sent to me I wasn't 'llowed to, I was proud to come To terms with germs and fuck'ries in my life All I'm sayin' is that's not me, it could be you for all eternity Chronic sunshines forever You know that it don't really go I'm getting spat out of Peckham While you're cycling home It's an ongoing circle No sights to behold (sights to behold) Vicious repetitions But I'm still cycling home In the stable when I touch iron horses A trainyard's quiet when you're using higher forces Like gravity, I'm running faster than everyone If I get caught, big money, I'm gone be spending son Eight cans of bitter the plot thickens Put my rucksack in the front to get the pain quicker It's all about efficiency Picture me skinny jeans running 'round, where's your Dickie's been, man? I have powers to catch you straight away Bun a big fat zoot man, I fuck the pain away Drug, I hate mugs and getting bake Let me set it straight a real writer, let's just say he gets his pay This ain't a rap for a girl or whatever It's a rap wrapped up for my guilty pleasures To fuck the leisure Before he left the marks on my sweater But I leave him with this chronic sunshines forever While you're cycling home It's an ongoing circle No sights to behold (sights to behold) Vicious repetition You're still cycling home I'm still cycling home
Writer(s): Benjamin Michael Odell Miller, Cosmo David Agustus Pyke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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