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Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Stimme und Gesang
Ben Reed
Ben Reed
Bass
Billy (Spaceman) Patterson
Billy (Spaceman) Patterson
Gitarre
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Tasteninstrumente
Joe Thornally
Joe Thornally
Programmierung
Jon Brion
Jon Brion
Tasteninstrumente
Michael Uzowuru
Michael Uzowuru
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher Breaux
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter:in
Joe Thornally
Joe Thornally
Songwriter:in
Joseph Winger Thornalley
Joseph Winger Thornalley
Songwriter:in
Michael Uzowuru
Michael Uzowuru
Songwriter:in
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
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Jon Brion
Jon Brion
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean
Produzent:in
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Produzent:in
Caleb Laven
Caleb Laven
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
David Wrench
David Wrench
Mischtechniker:in
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joe Thornally
Joe Thornally
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MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Matt Mysko
Matt Mysko
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Michael Uzowuru
Michael Uzowuru
Produzent:in
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Mischtechniker:in
Sam Petts-Davies
Sam Petts-Davies
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Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
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'Round your city, 'round the clock Everybody needs you No, you can't make everybody equal Although you got beaucoup family You don't even got nobody bein' honest with you Breathe 'til I evaporated My whole body see-through Transportation, handmade (G) And I know it better than most people I don't trust 'em anyways You can't break the law with them Get some gushy, have a calm night Shooters killin' left and right Workin' through your worst night If I get my money right, you know I won't need you And I tell you, (Bitch) I hope the sack is full up I'm fuckin', no, I'm fucked up Spend it when I get that, I ain't tryna keep you Can't keep up a conversation, can't nobody reach you Why your eyes well up? Did you call me from a séance? You are from my past life Hope you're doin' well, bruh I been out here head first, always like the head first Signal comin' in and out Hope you're doin' well, bruh Everybody needs you Everybody needs you Ooh, nani, nani This feel like a Quaalude No sleep in my body Ain't no bitch in my body, ah New beginnin's, ahh New beginnin's, wake up, ahh The sun's goin' down Time to start your day, bruh Can't keep bein' laid off You know you need the money if you gon' survive The every night shit, the everyday shit Droppin' baby off at home before my night shift You know I can't hear none of that spend the night shit That kumbaya shit Wanna see nirvana, but don't want to die yet Wanna feel that na-na though, could you come by? Fuck with me after my shift Know them boys wanna see me broke down and shit Bummed out and shit, stressed out and shit, that's everyday shit Shut the fuck up, I don't want your conversation Rollin' marijuana, that's a cheap vacation My everyday shit, every night shit, my everyday shit (Every night shit) (Night shit, night shit, night shit) All my night Been ready for you all my night Been waitin' on you all my night I'll buzz you in, just let me know when you outside All my night You been missin' all my night Still got some good nights memorized And the look back's gettin' me right Every night fucks every day up Every day patches the night up On God you should match it, it's that KO No white lighters 'til I fuck my 28th up 1998, my family had that Acura Oh, the Legend Kept at least six discs in the changer Back when Boswell and Percy had it active Couple bishops in the city buildin' mansions All the reverends Preachin' self-made millionaire status When we could only eat at Shoney's on occasion After 'trina hit I had to transfer campus Your apartment, out in Houston's where I waited Stayin' with you when I didn't have a address Fuckin' on you when I didn't own a mattress Workin' on a way to make it outta Texas Every night Droppin' baby off at home before my night shift, yah, yah You know I can't hear none of that spend the night shit That kumbaya shit Wanna see nirvana, but don't want to die yet Wanna feel that na-na though, could you come by? Fuck with me after my shift You know them boys wanna see me broke down See me bummed out, stressed out, that's just everyday shit Shut the fuck up, I don't want your conversation Rollin' marijuana, that's a cheap vacation My everyday shit, my everyday shit My everyday shit, my everyday shit My everyday shit, my everyday shit My every night shit
Writer(s): Charles Christopher Breaux, Michael Uzowuru, Joe Thornally, Buddy Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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