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The Wozard of Iz

The Avalanches

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The Wozard Of Iz
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Avalanches
The Avalanches
Guitar
Robbie Chater
Robbie Chater
Programming
Tony Di Blasi
Tony Di Blasi
Programming
Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Vocals
Dominique Clarke
Dominique Clarke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Di Blasi
Tony Di Blasi
Composer
Tommy James
Tommy James
Composer
Mike Vale
Mike Vale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robbie Chater
Robbie Chater
Producer
Tony Espie
Tony Espie
Mixing Engineer
Aaron Dobos
Aaron Dobos
Engineer
Matthew Neighbour
Matthew Neighbour
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Michael O'Connell
Michael O'Connell
Engineer

Lyrics

There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender (aah) Every moment we're together makes me hope it lasts forever (yeah) (aah) There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender (slap) There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender (ahh) Every moment we're together makes me hope it lasts forever (aah) There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender (aah) Every moment we're together makes me hope it lasts forever (aah) There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender (yuh) There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender There is magic in the splendor and desire to surrender (The Wozard of Iz) Aah (here we go) I have been over the rainbow And I found nothing there But very thin air (The Wozard of Iz) (The Wozard, the Wozard of Iz) My sixteens and tail twelves Dick like water, reals in hell I sold dope, didn't stack up And I buy a berth from jail twelve Gonna easily make my jail bail Locked up in that jail cell Writing hoes, dirty laps Jerking off to my mail well Man, I fuck with white hoes That be smoking Pall Mall That be pale with thick tails Smoke Adderall snort snail trail I used to rot in stones Let my nigga fishtail Now I'm on that mix scale Not fuckin' with no fish scale (summertime) About to get my niggas off the hood Ballin' hard like you knew we would Your bitch in my phone and she wish she could 'Cause she wish she could Ball so hard like he couldn't fuck for months Blunt after blunt, after blunt, after blunt Pill after pill, after pill, after pill Extra pills, extra pills Summertime Aah One, two, three You and me You and me Aah One, two, three, aah!
Writer(s): Mike Vale, Tommy James, Daniel Sewell, Robert Chater, Anthony Di Blasi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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