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Lana Del Rey - Brooklyn Baby (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Vocals
Dan Auerbach
Dan Auerbach
Electric Guitar
Nick Movshon
Nick Movshon
Drums
Leon Michels
Leon Michels
Percussion
Kenny Vaughan
Kenny Vaughan
Acoustic Guitar
Seth Kauffman
Seth Kauffman
Electric Guitar
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
Maximilian Weissenfeldt
Maximilian Weissenfeldt
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barrie O'Neill
Barrie O'Neill
Songwriter
Elizabeth Grant
Elizabeth Grant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Auerbach
Dan Auerbach
Producer
Collin Dupuis
Collin Dupuis
Recording Engineer
Robert Orton
Robert Orton
Mixing Engineer
John Davis
John Davis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da They say I'm too young to love you I don't know what I need They think I don't understand The freedom land of the seventies I think I'm too cool to know ya You say I'm like the ice, I freeze I'm churnin' out novels like Beat poetry on Amphetamines I say I say Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da Pa-ta-da-da-da-da They say I'm too young to love you They say I'm too dumb to see They judge me like a picture book By the colors, like they forgot to read I think we're like fire and water I think we're like the wind and sea You're burnin' up, I'm coolin' down You're up, I'm down You're blind, I see But I'm free, ooh-ooh I'm free Well, my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection's rare I can play most anything I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm talking about my generation Talking about that newer nation And if you don't like it, you can beat it Beat it, baby You never liked the way I said it If you don't get it, then forget it 'Cause I don't have to fuckin' explain it And my boyfriend's in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I've got feathers in my hair I get high on hydroponic weed And my jazz collection's rare I get down to Beat poetry I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby Pa-da-pa-pa, pa-de-da Te-de-de, da-da-ah Ooh-ooh, woah Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool But he's not as cool as me 'Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby I'm a Brooklyn baby Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da, baby Ah-ta-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, baby Pa-da-da-da-da-da Pa-pa-da-pa-da, yeah Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Lana Del Ray, Barry James O'neill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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