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BANKS - Stroke (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BANKS
BANKS
Vocals
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Synthesizer
Nick Sanborn
Nick Sanborn
Synthesizer
Ben Lester
Ben Lester
Pedal Steel Guitar
Lazerbeak
Lazerbeak
Programming
Aron Forbes
Aron Forbes
Performer
Tim Anderson
Tim Anderson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aron Forbes
Aron Forbes
Composer
Tim Anderson
Tim Anderson
Composer
Jillian Rose Banks
Jillian Rose Banks
Composer
Brandon Treyshun Campbell
Brandon Treyshun Campbell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Producer
Brandon Bost
Brandon Bost
Mixing Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Sam Tusa
Sam Tusa
Assistant Recording Engineer
Aron Forbes
Aron Forbes
Vocal Producer
Tim Anderson
Tim Anderson
Vocal Producer
Huntley Miller
Huntley Miller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You want me, you want me Want me to Stroke your ego Beg for it, die for it I got the touch, placebo Nothin' that you wouldn't do Lie to get back in my room 'Cause that's what narcissists do You want me, you want me Want me to Stroke Say it's hard to breathe inside my ocean I gave you the deep, but you're still floating You would let me drown to save your own life Don't think I can't see your soul is soaking It's always in my head Everything is always about you You tell me you're a book that I misread You just wanna tell me what to do, ooh whoa oh You want me, you want me Want me to Stroke your ego Beg for it, die for it I got the touch, placebo Nothin' that you wouldn't do Lie to get back in my room 'Cause that's what narcissists do You want me, you want me Want me to Stroke Stroke Gather all your money, make a symphony I looked it over and the thing got steeper, yeah And even though you wanted me sweet, you could call me savory You're treading water and the wound got deeper It's always in my head Everything is always about you (You used to get it on the low) You tell me you're a book that I misread (You always said I was your type) (You said you got it down below) You just wanna tell me what to do, ooh whoa oh (You wanna give it to me right) Tell me you're so good at it, good at it You say don't wanna quit, and you You say you won't run out of love, out of love Say you got enough of it for two I'm ended up, you been invited You've been tellin' me, now I'm afraid You're running up to the table invited You want a taste of my lemonade, yeah You want me, you want me Want me to Stroke your ego Beg for it, die for it Hmm I got the touch, placebo Nothin' that you wouldn't do Lie to get back in my room 'Cause that's what narcissists do You want me, you want me Want me to Stroke
Writer(s): Tim Anderson, Jillian Banks, Aron Forbes, Brandon Treyshun Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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