Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Oliver
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vaughn Oliver
Composer
Kelvin Mercer
Composer
David Jude Jolicoeur
Composer
Martika
Composer
Chris Glover
Composer
Oliver Goldstein
Composer
Nicole Morier
Composer
Michael Jay Margules
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oliver
Producer
Lyrics
Transmitted live with the tempe' rising
Running through your galaxy, we enterprising
Them others from a brother planet, from the start
And we here to blow your mind with attacks to your heart
Get you back, heart attack
Don't you think that it's fun?
One more time, blow your mind
All the way to the sun
All the way
All the way, all the way (All the way)
All the way
No cavities in sight
We just bite our way through the sweet taste of life
Calories to earn, to burn 'em off a hot night living
Seated near the chef while I'm spinning tables from the city
A whispering moon make the tide rush, surges on way
Had to regret for being my side crush
Her problem managed as I manage to manipulate
I got the best bait, a fishing rod with a planet attached
My gravity's unmatched
Her satellite sat in the light of sun position
It's getting well cooked, we look to leave
Leaving all others with the envy in mint condition
Crash landed at the house, giving each other mouth-to-mouth
She pushes me so my bed can catch me
Catch me outta my clothes, the birth, who we are
As I gaze into her eyes as if they were stars
Give me that heart attack
If you think you're the one
Right on time, blow my mind
All the way to the sun
All the way
All the way
I float, different kind of boats, I got plenty rope
Hits for primates, made a lot of pennies
Warmest in the galaxy, mix a little Henny
Drinking with the fish'll get your sharks to bite
See, we like cheers capri, I could call me boss (Hey, boss)
And can't one amongst ya outdo the youngster
I must have orbited every mic they handed me
Circle around your heart, now let's start
Known for making moves on the bigger grooves
Bigger shoes, 'bout the size of canoes
Somebody pull this cell phone out, we on the news (Chill)
This ain't about another crooked dollar bill, what the deal?
You got a Parliament behind tent
Inspect the fine print, check with an eye squint
Stare at the sun until your flesh fall off
Even the best fall off after the rest fall off
Give me that heart attack
If you think you're the one
Right on time, blow my mind
All the way to the sun
All the way
All the way
Give me that heart attack
If you think you're the one
Right on time, blow my mind
All the way to the sun
All the way
All the way
One more time, gonna blow your mind
One more time, we gonna blow your mind
One more time, blow your mind
All the way to the sun
One more time, gonna blow your mind
One more time, we gonna blow your mind
One more time, blow your mind
All the way to the sun
One more time, gonna blow your mind
Written by: Chris Glover, David Jude Jolicoeur, Kelvin Mercer, Martika, Michael Jay Margules, Nicole Morier, Oliver Goldstein, Vaughn Oliver