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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Grams
Performer
Skrillex
Other Instrument
Big Boi
Performer
Phantogram
Performer
Bosko Kante
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Composer
Josh Carter
Composer
Sarah Barthel
Composer
Chris Carmouche
Composer
Bosko Kante
Composer
Shelton Oliver
Composer
Sonny Moore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skrillex
Producer
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
William Shakespeare
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Shelton Oliver
Recording Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ike Schultz
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
Never scared Holmes, like a true player, runnin' out of end zone
Known to put dick in the friendzone, but only by request like a big song
Not my own heir to an Andre, bitch what's happenin', I see ya
Man I see ya, man I see ya, man I see ya
In the rearview mirror I think we see this shit clearer
Ain't no crystal ball just balls on chins, dick all in your jaw amen
Thicker than a Snicker bar but slimmer than a Slim Jim
Then I tie her up Erica all we eatin' din din
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
Three, two, one (turn up!)
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, hit drum wild
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, now what you talkin' 'bout?
Can you beat it like a drum tell me, tell me baby
Is it really what you want? Can you crank it louder
Till we wake the neighbours up, I make the perfect sounds
If you've got the magic touch, so you can turn me up
I got my drum machine (now beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (now beat my drum)
I got my
Drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
Three, two, one (turn up!)
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, hit drum wild
Eight-Oh-Eight, Nine-Oh-Nine
S-P-Twelve, now what you talkin' 'bout?
This be that Jedi rap shit and I'm your captain, come on my spacecraft to see what's happenin'
The bass they droppin' 808' straight jammin', disrespectfully but no manners
Keep heat like the flame below the mantle, freak beats and make examples
Assassinate every chant all the way from Atlanta, dick ride emcees and grab your saddles
In the rearview mirror I might start to see it clearer
But the Eight-Oh-Eight is banging, I can't seem to fight the feeling
From my drum machine (now beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (now beat my drum)
I got my
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine
Three, two, one (turn up!)
I got my
Now what you talkin' 'bout?
In the rearview mirror I might start to see it clearer
But the Eight-Oh-Eight is banging, I can't seem to fight the feeling
From my drum machine
I got my drum machine
I got my drum machine (I beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (I beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (I beat my drum)
I got my drum machine (I beat my drum)
Writer(s): Antwan Andre Patton, Chris Carmouche, Sonny Moore, Sarah Barthel, Josh Carter, Shelton Eugene Oliver, Bosco Kante
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