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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mike Posner
Stimme und Gesang
Martin Terefe
Bassgitarre
Oskar Winberg
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Kristoffer Sonne
Schlagzeug
Glen Scott
Klavier
Big Sean
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mike Posner
Songwriter:in
Big Sean
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Posner
Produzent:in
Martin Terefe
Produzent:in
Kristian Larsen
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Oskar Winberg
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tony Maserati
Mischtechniker:in
Tyler Scott
Mischtechniker:in
Lucas Lowe
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm a writer and a lover, I'm a Midwest music man
And I've been to a lot of places but I'm gon' end where I began
I took class in Carolina, got high smoking joints
And now they know my name in Paris, but I'll be buried in Detroit
[Verse 2]
Next to my father, and my father's father, too
I used to live in New York City but, baby, that ain't no substitute
Not for my hometown, that place people avoid
I've made love in every city, but
I'll be buried in Detroit
[Verse 3]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(Buried in Detroit)
[Verse 4]
I don't claim to be a prophet, I just speak my mind
I try to tell it like it is and sometimes God makes it right
I like my songs how I like my women, honest and to the point
You see, I got fucked up in Stockholm, but I'll be buried in Detroit
[Verse 5]
Next to my father, and my father's father, too
I used to live in New York City but, baby, that ain't no substitute
Not for my hometown, that place people avoid
I've made love in every city but
I'll be buried in Detroit
[Verse 6]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Buried in Detroit)
[Verse 7]
Man, I always kept it righteous knowing it would come back to me
Even when my hunger was outweighing the strategy
And I pray to God, like, I hope you got a map for me
Up at five AM, like, nobody want it as bad as me
I guess hunger either kill you or it energize you
Motor city, boy, I been a driver
The young Detroit legend, I swear I got the city inspired
And brought Em' out, too just to solidify it
D boy, D boy, that's how I was raised
Boss up or put the city on, forever my ways
Me and Ma started charity to give the kids clarity
And take it further than the foundation we lay
Thanksgiving Day Parade, I got carried through the city
And after that, I hope I get married in the city
And after that, I hope I buried in the city
Even when I'm gone, you gon' still hear me through the city
[Verse 8]
(Buried in Detroit) Whoa, whoa
(Buried in Detroit) Whoa, whoa
(Buried in Detroit)
Written by: Mike Posner, Sean Anderson