Concerts à venir de Kid Cudi & XXXTENTACION
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Cudi
Stimme und Gesang
XXXTENTACION
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
John Cunningham
Komponist:in
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter:in
Oladipo Omishore
Komponist:in
Jean-Pierre Ponnelle
Komponist:in
Tobias Jesso
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Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kid Cudi
Produzent:in
Dot Da Genius
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John Cunningham
Produzent:in
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Zach Pereyra
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Anthony J Vilchis
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Trey Station
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
William J. Sullivan
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
CATHEDRAL
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Jean-Baptiste
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Paroles
The pain in my heart just won't end
The words that I find just don't seem to compare
Awaitin' my death in the end
Alone, I must seek out the end to begin
Mind is the maze thinkin' 'bout what I can't change
Devil's on my head, and I don't want to worry my friends
They told me, "Say somethin'," don't think they'd understand
Mama truly gets when my daddy left, the wound, it ain't mend
Livin' out a life surrounded by lies, I try, I know
Sayin', "Goodbye," but you're stuck in my mind, the sun done went away, oh
Heaven, she knows I try, burn this blunt of mine, oh, with teary eyes
Search, and you will find you, yeah, ay-oh
So nobody wants death 'cause nobody wants life to end
I'm the only one stressed, and the only one tired of havin' fake friends
Faced my fears
Can't keep love at all
Will he cower? Never, ever, Cleveland City
Born a grinder, watch him rippin', can't stop him
Came in filthy, double O'a, reppin' for 'em
Keep a flow up, bumpin' Camp L'oa, Cud Lucini
Boy in the gritty city, this - had his Wheaties, huh
Runnin' my mission, love, and God had looked out
- lungin', dawg, don't care about y'all
See, I'm off, and I'm finna soar, I'm goin' high up
You can't tell me nothin', you could never
In my varsity sleeves, leather, know I do it better
And these things, it seems, pile up on me heavily
So I just need my blunt, and my girl to cuddle, and love
I'm done with that deal, got Nikes back on my heels
Call up my nigga, Sil, world tourin', pack up, we kill
And it's pictures on reels, we gettin' it poppin', no pills
You see they jockin' 'em still, nigga, I'm doin' it ill
Writer(s): John Cunningham, Scott Mescudi, Tobias Jesso, Jahseh Onfroy, Oladipo Omishore, Jean Pierre Mercier
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