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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DOPE LEMON
DOPE LEMON
Vocals
Elliott Hammond
Elliott Hammond
Drums
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Piano
Ben Edgar
Ben Edgar
Electric Guitar
Leigh Fisher
Leigh Fisher
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elliott Hammond
Elliott Hammond
Composer
Angus Stone
Angus Stone
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DOPE LEMON
DOPE LEMON
Producer
Ben Edgar
Ben Edgar
Recording Engineer
Eric J
Eric J
Recording Engineer
Paul Pilsneniks
Paul Pilsneniks
Recording Engineer
Reyne House
Reyne House
Producer
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, Miami, baby Alright Uh-huh Oh yeah, Miami, baby Alright Oh, we're in Miami, baby, we're shakin' and lazy We're ridin' up in the clouds tonight And we dive to the bottom of the ocean I wear a yellow submarine that rolls us deep into the night Oh, I'm sick in the head, I haven't been to bed 'Cause that little kid came and took me away Oh, she got them honey bones and she's meltin' me down As she moves across the floor, my heart falls heavy to the ground, baby They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Miami, baby) They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-uh) They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright) When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Miami, baby) They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright) Yeah, their Friday eyes Yeah, we hit the beach with a cool carton of cold ones And we're rollin' with our friend Mary Jane I look over and I see it groovin' To the tunes as you lower your shades I love the way you move, my little gun-slingin' girl I love the way you're proper funkin' on my world I see the palm trees swayin' back and forth I got that lovesick thing rollin' 'round my brain, baby They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Miami, baby) They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-huh) They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright) When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Miami, baby) They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright) Yeah, their Friday eyes They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Miami, baby) They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes Yeah, their Friday eyes (Uh-huh) They only believe me when I'm tellin' lies (Alright) When I'm tellin' lies (Yeah, Miami, baby) They're lookin' at me like it's Tuesday with their Friday eyes (Alright, alright) Yeah, their Friday eyes Nights!
Writer(s): Angus Stone, Elliott Hammond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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