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Kid Cudi - AT THE PARTY (Visualizer) ft. Pharrell Williams, Travis Scott
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Stimme und Gesang
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Stimme und Gesang
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter:in
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter:in
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter:in
Oladipo Omishore
Oladipo Omishore
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pharrell Williams
Pharrell Williams
Produzent:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Trey Station
Trey Station
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
William J. Sullivan
William J. Sullivan
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mike Larson
Mike Larson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rémy Dumelz
Rémy Dumelz
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Jack Lailheugue
Jack Lailheugue
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Marius Van Mierlo
Marius Van Mierlo
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Lucas Glastra
Lucas Glastra
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
We were just there at the party, she was drinking, prolly
She serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly
Near death, mmm, outta body
We were just there at the party
We were just there at the party
[Chorus]
We were just there at the party, she was drinking, prolly
She serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly
Near death, mmm, outta body
We were just there at the party
We were just there at the party
[Verse 1]
Got it sewn up, just a **** creepin' on dub
Tequila in my cup
Drink it all, never get enough, bottle, gotta raise it on up
Nights in my leather
**** gon' learn the four letters, walk in, not many better
Members of the rage
Now I just flip another page, then I'm out in Paris with my bae
Shit is not the same
Yeah, **** never playin'
Walked and I fell and I crumbled, though I was a broken man
Bleeds till I seen, I can achieve
What I dream, full steam on the Humboldt, always think of Virgil
I was always hit with the no, no
Gave no fucks, I'm not normal, yes, I'm different
Everybody wanna talk shizzit till they get punched in the lizzip
You's a punk bizzitch
[Verse 2]
I don't give a fuck what they sayin', Cleveland city roots
Anybody else get loose
When I get it in, tripped on shrooms
And I'm screamin' out, "Fuck them," runnin' with the troops
I'm a top-notch **** you ain't never seen
You ain't happy with your life, you need to make a dream
Off a movie set, dog, it's another scene
'Cause the, uh, so good, she don't wanna leave
Just a lover in the nightlife
Baby love me, beg to get it, this her stick, right?
Said she wanna swim in night vibes
I got what you want, ma, dealin' with a king
[Chorus]
We were just there at the party, she was drinking, prolly
She serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly
Near death, mmm, outta body
We were just there at the party
We were just there at the party
[Chorus]
We were just there at the party, she was drinking, prolly
She serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly
Near death, mmm, outta body
We were just there at the party
We were just there at the party
[Verse 3]
I was just there at the function, had the shit bumpin'
Vivienne Westwood with the buttons
I went no limit with the budget, P and the Cudi
Had the hoes heavy on the money
Took her right down to the dungeon, wildin' in the night
We ain't leavin' out till it's sunny
Heavy outside, how it's looking, baby not a rookie
Hit the backdoor when they book me
Just need you to remember four letters, it's fake and the love
That's why the rage live forever
Hot in the Comme des sweater, baby, cool me off
She gon' get a top, yeah, you dig it?
Switch on the Glock like a widget, I was in the party
Told 'em bring 'em back when they get it
Stars in my Rolls and my fitted, I be blowin' loud
You be lovin' mid, yeah, admit it
[Verse 4]
I need a psht that can dance, good with her hands
And know the plans in advance
And she cummin' fast like a cheatah, but she not a cheetah
'Cause I'ma have to run from a cheetah
Lockin' up the heart in the freezer, gotta keep it cold
He cold, he cold (Cold)
Cocktail mix it with tequila, take it all at once
I'ma have to leave with a—
[Chorus]
We were just there at the party, she was drinking, prolly
She serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly
Near death, mmm, outta body
We were just there at the party
We were just there at the party
[Chorus]
We were just there at the party, she was drinking, prolly
She serious, not sorry
That's when she just hit it hardly, started feeling godly
Near death, mmm, outta body
We were just there at the party
We were just there at the party
Written by: Jacques Bermon Webster II, Jeffery Williams, Oladipo Omishore, Pharrell Williams, Scott Mescudi
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