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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Cudi
Stimme und Gesang
Billy Craven
Stimme und Gesang
Larry Gold
Streicherdirigent:in
The Larry Gold Orchestra
Streichinstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter:in
Jeff Bhasker
Songwriter:in
Claude Puterflam
Komponist:in
Christian Padovan
Komponist:in
Gérard Kawczynski
Komponist:in
Patrick Reynolds
Komponist:in
Larry Gold
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Christian Plata
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Erik Madrid
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Vlado Meller
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jeff Bhasker
Produzent:in
Anthony Kilhoffer
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Andrew Dawson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Christian Mochizuki
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Patrick "Plain Pat" Reynolds
Produzent:in
Taylor Rohrbacher
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Letras
Hello
Yeah
Uh, little homie, in the room
In-in the room, boy on the moon
(Had-had no one) No one to hang out with
Talk that shit to just my little homies
One year younger, they ain't get where I was going
Took a turn to the worse when my father left me lonely
(Hmm) Lonely in my room, I-I mean me up on the moon
Entertained myself, laughed at myself
As I grew to be a teen, I disguised myself
Had the lowest self-esteem, especially with the girls
Tried out every sport just to impress all the girls
Instead of all the ladies, 'cause they talk down
I was too artsy, known to be a clown
(Hmm) Huh, and now my Facebook poppin'
'Cause I told the same girls I would be the hot shit one day
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world (Yeah, yeah, ah)
Big homie, made the move
Made-made the move, flew off the moon
Still (Had no-no one) no one to hang out with
Talk that shit to just my Brooklyn niggas
All I would wonder is when will my time come
Had mad jobs and I lost damn near all of them
Think about my bosses, yep I hated all of them
Studio at night had me hustlin' to most of them
Nigga I was late, damn near every day
But I'mma be on time when my stars align
When my soul was happy on my ramen diet
Followed by a loosey, was the meal of grinders
So if you knowin' the truth all you think about is that thing
Always be a hater tryin' to shoot down any dreams
Until you meet a kid like K-I
Niggas thought I was crazy, my mama know I stay high
We're getting money, Mom
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world
I was heavy-heavy-heavy on my grizzle
And none of y'all had a clue about me
And none of y'all had a clue about me
And none of y'all really knew about me
I was heavy-heavy-heavy on my grizzle
And none of y'all really cared about me
And none of y'all really cared about me
Now, guess what? I'm all you see, I'm all you see
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world, I told you so
This will be my world
Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh
Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh
Writer(s): Gerard Kawczynski, Claude Puterflam, Jeffrey Bhasker, Pat Reynolds, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi
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