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Flo Rida
Flo Rida
Leadgesang
Candice Boyd
Candice Boyd
Begleitgesang
The Futuristics
The Futuristics
Programmierung
Brenda Russell
Brenda Russell
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mike Caren
Mike Caren
Songwriter:in
Joe Khajadourian
Joe Khajadourian
Songwriter:in
Raphaël Judrin
Raphaël Judrin
Songwriter:in
Scott Cutler
Scott Cutler
Songwriter:in
Tramar Dillard
Tramar Dillard
Songwriter:in
Alex Schwartz
Alex Schwartz
Songwriter:in
Brenda Russell
Brenda Russell
Songwriter:in
Jeff Hull
Jeff Hull
Songwriter:in
Pierre-Antoine Melki
Pierre-Antoine Melki
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Delbert Bowers
Delbert Bowers
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Juan P Negrete
Juan P Negrete
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tyler Acord
Tyler Acord
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
The Futuristics
The Futuristics
Produzent:in
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Maarten Hoogstraten
Maarten Hoogstraten
Co-Produzent:in
Nius
Nius
Produzent:in
P. Baumer
P. Baumer
Co-Produzent:in
soFLY
soFLY
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I know, caught up in the middle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Know you wanna get behind the wheel but only one rider Eyes shut, still got me swimming like a diver Can't let go, I got fans in Okinawa My heart to Japan, quake losers and survivors Norway, no, you didn't get my flowers No way to say it better, but the killer was a coward Face just showers, the minute in a hour Heard about the news, whole day went sour Bitter moments feeling like a lemon-head Put you in a box just as poisonous as cigarettes Give 'em my regards, but regardless I get arrested Ain't worried 'bout the killers, just the young and restless Get mad 'cause a quarter million on my necklace DUI, never said I was driving reckless You and I know that jealously is not impressive Oh, no, I can't stop, I was destined I know, caught up in the middle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go, go, go, go I know, caught up in the middle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Champange buckets still got two tears in it And I put that on my tattoo of Jimi Hendrix Get the pressed leather outfit, all in it 'Cause the press tell it all, get a meal ticket Clean next, get in the car, just a little visit Sacrifice just to make a hit still vivid Reality, see when you're blessed, just kill critics Bugatti never meant I'm rich, just God-fearing Look at me steerin', got the blogs starin' Got a good feelin', thanks to Mike Caren Tell his Billie Jeans, I'm on another planet Thank E-Class, Big Chuck or Lee Prince Perries Buy my momma chandeliers, I'm in tears, damnit 30 years you'd have thought these emotions vanish Tryna live, tryna figure how your sister vanish No cheers, I know you wouldn't panic I know, caught up in the middle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go, go, go, go I know, caught up in the middle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go When I need a healing, I just look up to the ceiling I see the sun coming down, I know it's all better now When I need a healing, I just look up to the ceiling I see the sun coming down, I know it's all better now When I need a healing, I just look up to the ceiling I see the sun coming down, I know it's all better now When I need a healing, I just look up to the ceiling I see the sun coming down, I know it's all better now I know, I know, I know, I know I, I, I, I, I think of letting go, go, go, go I know, caught up in the middle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go I know, caught up in the middle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go Oh no, gave up on the riddle I cry, just a little when I think of letting go
Writer(s): Alex Schwartz, Joe Khajadourian, Raphael David Judrin, Mike Caren, Tramar Dillard, Scott Cutler, Jeffrey Hull, Brenda Gordon Russell, Pierre-antoine Melkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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