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XINLONG | Choreography | Christopher - Don't Let the Door Hit Ya (feat. Brandon Beal)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Christopher
Christopher
Вокал
Brandon Beal
Brandon Beal
Вокал
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Клавишные инструменты
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Барабаны
Lasse Boman
Lasse Boman
Акустическая гитара
Louis Nordsø
Louis Nordsø
Дополнительный вокал
Carsten Skov
Carsten Skov
Музыкант
Julius Aas
Julius Aas
Музыкант
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Christopher
Christopher
Автор песен
Brandon Beal
Brandon Beal
Автор песен
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Автор песен
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Frederik Nordsø
Frederik Nordsø
Продюсер
Fridolin Nordsø
Fridolin Nordsø
Продюсер
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Мастеринг-инженер
Michael Ilbert
Michael Ilbert
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

When I see you now, I crack a smile Oh girl, you don't even see the bigger picture Still acting like a child wilding out Oh girl, and that's the reason why I ain't with ya Now you want me but can't get it back All on me, you can't get it back Trust me, ain't no getting back with you Now you looking like, had a heart attack Tryna get it right, that's too bad You should find your way to the exit Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya I see from miles away, you're so afraid of who you are That's why you act like you're the victim You love to play the game, what a shame But you lost, now you gotta look yourself in the mirror Now you want me but can't get it back All on me, you can't get it back Trust me, ain't no getting back with you Now you looking like, had a heart attack Tryna get it right, that's too bad You should find your way to the exit Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya (Yeah, you already know) Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh (Don't let it hit ya baby, haha) Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya where the Lord split ya Don't let your new man think that he the nigga Cause everybody know I'm the nigga And the pockets only getting bigger Quit acting like you're independent You about as lonely as a single digit Who you think you fooling? You think you kidding? Acting like your pussy worth a million, nope I be on to the next bitch You was just another chick off the checklist Matter of fact, you ain't even make my ex-list Shit, all you made was an exit Basquiat, can you get the picture? Of how I ain't fucking with ya Let me say it just a little clearer, nigga Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Don't let the door hit ya Don't let it, don't let it hit ya On the way out, oh Don't let it, don't let it hit ya Let's go Woo, Chris B. Beal Don't let the door hit ya Where the Lord split ya I ain't fuckin' with ya And you know this Woo, we on top of the world
Writer(s): Christopher Lund Nissen, Frederik Tao Nordsoe Schjoldan, Brandon Beal, Fridolin Nordso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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