Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Fulton Lee Farrish
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Fulton Lee Farrish
Songwriter:in
August Pappas
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fulton Lee Farrish
Produzent:in
August Pappas
Produzent:in
Letras
Let's make it bop
I've been told that I'm movin' at a dangerous pace
Got a foot on the gas and I move real fast, gotta pump up the brakes
But every light is green and every chance I'ma take
'Til that car goes smack and the windows crash and it jolts me awake
Oh, and then I'm right back
Back on the road, burn rubber like it's candle wax
Hot lava on the racetrack
Fact is I'ma lap everybody on the map
That's a promise, can you see it's not a threat
Don't let it deceive you, 'cause I'm honest
I won't lead you to believe that you ever gon' beat me
I'm born with it, I got the soul with me
Yeah, I got that fire, I brought the smoke with me
And it's, ah, and it's hotter than I can control
Everybody calls me what they want
Just call me a go-getter, ah (Ah, ah)
I don't want to be what you expect to see
Fresh and unique, I'll be
Oh, and then I'm right back
Back like I never left, nothin' on the table mat
Every song is a midnight snack
Pass me another napkin, I got another track
And I promise, I guarantee it's gonna be a delicacy
It's got all that you ever need
Perfectly sour and sweet
I'm born with it, I got the soul with me
Yeah, I got that fire, I brought the smoke with me
And it's, ah, and it's hotter than I can control
Everybody calls me what they want
Just call me a go-getter, ah (Ah, ah)
Written by: August Pappas, Fulton Lee Farrish