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Calvin Harris, Rag'n'Bone Man - Giant (Official Video)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Waking Dreamers
Waking Dreamers
Künstler:in
Sandro Purple Green
Sandro Purple Green
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Sandro Meier
Sandro Meier
Komponist:in
Nick Bignall
Nick Bignall
Songwriter:in
Omid Salamat Sharif
Omid Salamat Sharif
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sandro Purple Green
Sandro Purple Green
Produzent:in

Lyrics

(BIG-N) I just wanna party when the week ends Tryna sip on sum bacardi with the weed man Like Playboi Carti I'mma die lit, but trust I ain't deceased yet I feel blessed, ballin' with the homies thru the weekend I'm already drunk, but the night ain't even started yet Friday, dinnertime, ten missed calls, but imma callem back Hittem like, nigga, where the party at? I gotta bag o smoke, and a bottle o gin, so where the shorties at? Meet up at the regular spot, where the blood is at Family ties, we hit the bus to where the club is at The city love us and we love it back We goin' crazy, but we leavin' If more than one track thats playin is whack I'd liked to tell U more bout what went down last night But I went ham, I dont recall, but B.O.M just might Fill U in, on sum of the encounters and the happenings When we out partyin' with the gang, pray ur memories come back again (Hook) Cuz the devil on my shoulder is telling me what to do Another Weekend where i'm drunk i'm stuck in the loop There's no rules when i'm ballin out with the crew Drunk as fuck i'm wasted still hoppin back in the stu, Cuz di devil pon mi shoula is tellin me what to do Me thirsty fi di women an langin fi liqua too Poison inna me veins, so strang dat mi mind pollute Me worried about mi futcha, han about mi liva too (B.O.M) Another night out with the homies Another ride out with the homies Look at the city like we own it Weed and liquor got us throwin Hands like Nico Robin now they droppin Like these tracks robbin stacks from the rich Fill my pockets with it quick You want no problems with us kid Forever ridin with this clique Now tonight we gettin lit with 4 bottles of grey goose we wildin and let loose Energized like the great zeus, dance with bitches in swimsuits Some gin n some grape juice that's transformin to snake juice Tellin me to eat forbidden fruits, Angel tellin me to refuse, Devil steady go tell me do, He really tryna recruit, But i'm taking it to booth If you loyal that's absolute but If you loyal that's absolute (Hook) Cuz the devil on my shoulder is telling me what to do Another Weekend where i'm drunk i'm stuck in the loop There's no rules when i'm ballin out with the crew Drunk as fuck i'm wasted still hoppin back in the stu Cuz di devil pon mi shoula is tellin me what to do Me thirsty fi di women an langin fi liqua too Poison inna me veins, so strang dat mi mind pollute Me worried about mi futcha, han about mi liva too (B.O.M & BIG-N) Last night we smoked a meter sized blunt man And you were fuckin on this medium sized blonde, man Her boyfriend searchin but he knew what was up But when he pulled up man he couldnt play tough And after you hit we leave the party real quick On level 3 but mixed bacardi with gin We was leanin out the car window like some hollywood flick While you getting road head by some hollywood chick Last night, I witnessed B.O.M smackin' a man After he made a joke and asked him where all his fuckin hair went He then drank a whole bottle of tequila on is own Then we left him layin on the floor cause we was on the go Made a roll, made a roll, back to the hood We was shit-faced, back in our home With the homies zonin' out, smokin' potent Eyes red, we was feelin fuckin overloaded Fuckin up the afterparty, but today our heads exploded (Hook) Cuz the devil on my shoulder is telling me what to do Another Weekend where i'm drunk i'm stuck in the loop There's no rules when i'm ballin out with the crew Drunk as fuck i'm wasted still hoppin back in the stu Cuz di devil pon mi shoula is tellin me what to do Me thirsty fi di women an langin fi liqua too Poison inna me veins, so strang dat mi mind pollute Me worried about mi futcha, han about mi liva too
Writer(s): Nick Bignall, Omid Salamat Sharif, Sandro Meier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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