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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Mayer
John Mayer
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Johnson
Taylor Johnson
Songwriter
Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter
James Ho
James Ho
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Producer
Malay
Malay
Producer
Om'Mas Keith
Om'Mas Keith
Producer
Wil Anspach
Wil Anspach
Assistant Recording Engineer
Adam Harr
Adam Harr
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Recording Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh Set the cheetahs on the loose Oh, oh, oh, oh There's a thief out on the move Oh, oh, oh, ooh Underneath our legion's view Oh, oh, oh, oh They have taken Cleopatra Run, run, run (Cleopatra), come back for my glory (Cleopatra) Bring her back to me (-patra, Cleopatra) Run, run, run (Cleopatra), the crown of our pharaoh (Cleopatra) The throne of our queen is empty (-patra, Cleopatra) We'll run to the future, shining like diamonds In a rocky world, rocky-ky world Our skin like bronze and our hair like cashmere As we march to rhythm on the palace floor, ah-ooh Chandeliers inside the pyramids tremble from the force Cymbals crash inside the pyramids, voices fill up the halls Oh, oh, oh, ooh Set the cheetahs on the loose Ah, ah, ah There's a thief out on the move Oh, oh, oh, ooh Underneath our legion's view Ah, ah, ah They have taken Cleopatra, Cleopatra The jewel of Africa, jewel What good is a jewel that ain't still precious? How could you run off on me? How could you run off on us? You feel like God inside that gold I found you layin' down with Samson and his full head of hair I found my black queen Cleopatra Bad dreams, Cleopatra Oh, oh, oh-oh, remove her Send the cheetahs to the tomb Oh, our war is over Our queen has met her doom Oh, no more, she lives No more serpent in her room Oh, no more He has killed Cleopatra, Cleopatra Big sun coming strong through the motel blinds Wake up to your girl For now, let's call her Cleopatra, Cleopatra I watch you fix your hair Then put your panties on in the mirror, Cleopatra Then your lipstick, Cleopatra Then your six-inch heels, catch her She's headed to the pyramid She's working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight, yeah Working at the pyramid, ooh-ah Working at the pyramid tonight, yeah Working at the pyramid, oh Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Pimpin' in my convos Bubbles in my champagne, let it be some jazz playin' Top floor motel suite, twistin' my cigars Floor model TV with the VCR Got rubies in my damn chain Whip ain't got no gas tank, but it still got woodgrain Got your girl working for me Hit the strip and my bills paid, that keep my bills paid Hit the strip and my bills paid, keep a nigga bills paid She's working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight, yeah Working at the pyramid, oh-ah Working at the pyramid tonight, yeah Working at the pyramid, ooh Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid You showed up after work, I'm bathin' your body Touch you in places only I know You're wet and you're warm, just like our bathwater Can we make love before you go? The way you say my name makes me feel like I'm that nigga But I'm still unemployed You say it's big, but you take it Ride cowgirl But your love ain't free no more, baby But your love ain't free no more She's working at the pyramid tonight (no more) Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight, yeah Working at the pyramid, that's right Working at the pyramid tonight, yeah Working at the pyramid, ooh Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight
Writer(s): Christopher Breaux, James Ryan Wuihun Ho, Taylor Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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