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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gym Class Heroes
Gym Class Heroes
Performer
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Background Vocals
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Guitar
Eric Roberts
Eric Roberts
Bass Guitar
Matt McGinley
Matt McGinley
Drums
Travie McCoy
Travie McCoy
Vocals
Seamus Harte
Seamus Harte
Guitar
E. Montilla
E. Montilla
Piano
Tyler Winick
Tyler Winick
Guitar
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Other Instrument
Adam MacDougal
Adam MacDougal
Organ
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Songwriter
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo
Songwriter
Eric Roberts
Eric Roberts
Songwriter
Matt McGinley
Matt McGinley
Songwriter
Travie McCoy
Travie McCoy
Songwriter
E. Montilla
E. Montilla
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gym Class Heroes
Gym Class Heroes
Additional Producer
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Shaun Evans
Shaun Evans
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gina Victoria
Gina Victoria
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Gym Class Heroes, Cool and Dre (This is) You silly for this one, it's Travie (Why you doin' this to me?) I started rappin' back in the class, scribbling tracks In hopes that one of my jokes, I had the pretty young things laughin' The chubby little bastard with a knack for little Debbie snacks But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion No advance and plus we make it happen In your conscience more obnoxious Then that laughy Taffy snappin' Goodbye yesterday's rags, hello, high fashion Hands before you's a man that built a castle with sand With no regards for tidal waves and finally established Till the water comes in gallon drums and wipes away my palace But now I'm sittin' lovely off in wonderland with Alice With purple people passin' me at the caterpillar's chalice Ha, ha, you probably thinking I'm wrong, right? Like I should quit Writing these songs, right? Tell you what do it better, I just might Take it back to eighty six, you wanna lick, sike Don't let the TV mislead you Me and you, dude, we are not equal Fuck you, this is for my people Fuck you, this is for my people Don't try to hide like I can't see you Your parents must've been trans and so see through Fuck you, this is for my people Fuck you, this is for my people Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Before I utter words and before I start to begin Let me make sure you clear I'm about securing the wind I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction 'Cause I'm stubborn with the thought that failure was never an option I grinds like a carpenter until my caleceous's bleed With the passion from my heart to the many mouths that I feed That's why I look at most of you stupid I know it's odd Because you can't really do nuttin' to me unless you God But bein' that none of you ain't him You can't fuck with me, now watch me erase them Now trust me, see, I'm so determined I'm walkin' through the heap of gauntlets while the fire is burnin' Or how the tires turning on the rim of the V I laugh and shake it off the shit they be doin' to me With all the yappin' and talking and so and so Think that you can ever stop the kid, oh no So if you get in my way, you know you're done, son You best believe what I say, you better run, son Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones You better kneel down and pray 'cause where I come from We goin' hard everyday, that's how the fight's won Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones Put up the peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Put up the peace sign, put the index down Look, mom, no hands Yer little boy's a man (Yeah, damn) Everything you said is finally settin' in Trainin' wheels fell off and I kept peddling Now I'm ridin' wheelies on this industry Say the word, I'll ghost ride this bitch instantly Good lookin' pop on the strength that you givin' me Wasn't for you Gym Class would be history I'm on my upstate shit I was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate rich Gettin' brains from two dames with French accents Now I mess with local chicks, I get 'em upstate shit You prob'ly thinking I'm wrong, right? Like I should quit writin' these songs, right? Tell you what, do it better I just might Take it back to eighty six, you want a lick, sike Now it's a lot of y'all that can't stand me 'Cause my resemblance to Prince is uncanny But fuck you, this is for my family Fuck you, this is for my family Upstate New York to Miami Up late recording in my jammies I do it for my family Fuck you, this is for my family Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down Put up your peace sign, put your index down
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Matthew Mcginley, Travis L. Mccoy, Disashi Lumumba-kasongo, Edward John Montilla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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