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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Bache
David Bache
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bache
David Bache
Songwriter
Morgan Taylor Reid
Morgan Taylor Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Morgan Taylor Reid
Morgan Taylor Reid
Producer

Lyrics

Something went off in my brain Kinda been one of those days Ditching all the clutter now, I'm sailing smooth as butter And there's nothing, no, nothing in my way Green light (wherever I go) Pretty girls (wherever I go) Feeling myself (wherever I go) 'Cause I'm home When I got my sunglasses The wind messing with my hair Post up by the palm tree Kick my feet up on this chair Don't need no apartment 'cause it always feels like home When I got my sunglasses on, yeah Sunglasses on, yeah Costa Rica calling my name Book a ticket, make it one-way Rolling while we're sipping, pretty soon we might be dipping Could ya hold up the, hold up the plane? Big lights (New York City) Rolling dice (get that money) LA (sweeter than honey) 'Cause I'm home When I got my sunglasses The wind messing with my hair Post up by the palm tree Kick my feet up on this chair Don't need no apartment 'cause it always feels like home When I got my sunglasses on, yeah Sunglasses on, yeah Sunglasses on, yeah Green light (wherever I go) Pretty girls (wherever I go) Feeling myself (wherever I go) 'Cause I'm home When I got my sunglasses The wind messing with my hair Post up by the palm tree Kick my feet up on this chair Don't need no apartment 'cause it always feels like home When I got my sunglasses on, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh) Sunglasses on, yeah (ooh-ooh) When I got my sunglasses on, yeah (ooh-ooh) When I got my sunglasses on, yeah Sunglasses on, yeah When I got my sunglasses on, yeah Sunglasses on, yeah
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