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American Authors - Microphone (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
American Authors
American Authors
Performer
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Programming
Grant Michaels
Grant Michaels
Programming
Will Pugh
Will Pugh
Guitar
James Adam Shelley
James Adam Shelley
Guitar
Josh Edmondson
Josh Edmondson
Background Vocals
Charity Daw
Charity Daw
Background Vocals
David Rublin
David Rublin
Background Vocals
Zachary Barnett
Zachary Barnett
Vocals
Matthew Sanchez
Matthew Sanchez
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Composer
Grant Michaels
Grant Michaels
Composer
James Adam Shelley
James Adam Shelley
Composer
David Rublin
David Rublin
Composer
Zachary Barnett
Zachary Barnett
Composer
Matthew Sanchez
Matthew Sanchez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
American Authors
American Authors
Co-Producer
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Producer
Grant Michaels
Grant Michaels
Producer
Will Pugh
Will Pugh
Recording Engineer
Claudius Mittendorfer
Claudius Mittendorfer
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ooh-la-la, the world's on fire
All my friends were getting higher
I just want my microphone
My microphone
[Verse 2]
I walk the streets at night
With monsters in my mind
They say you best be quiet
I like it, like it
No, I won't shut my mouth
That's not what I'm about
You know I built this house
I like it, like it
[Verse 3]
So boom, check one, check one, two, three
Is anybody here listening?
Hear me now, hear me now
[Verse 4]
Ooh-la-la, the world's on fire
All my friends are getting higher
I just want my microphone
My microphone
[Verse 5]
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone
My microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone
My microphone
[Verse 6]
They say I'm too damn loud
Like boys in London Town
Because I won't chill out
I like it, like it
They say I talk too proud
I say I'm too profound
Because I won't back down
When the clock is ticking like a time bomb
[Verse 7]
So boom, check one, check one, two, three
Is anybody here listening?
Hear me now, hear me now
[Verse 8]
Ooh-la-la, the world's on fire
All my friends are getting higher
I just want my microphone
My microphone
[Verse 9]
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone
My microphone
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
I just want my microphone
My microphone
[Verse 10]
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
Turn me up a little bit louder in my soul
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
Turn me up a little bit louder in my bones
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
Turn me up a little bit louder in my soul
[Verse 11]
My microphone
My-my-my-my microphone
My-my-my-my microphone
Microphone
[Verse 12]
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
Turn me up a little bit louder in my bones
Turn me up a little bit louder, louder
Just a little bit louder, now
Turn me up a little bit louder in my soul
Written by: David Rublin, Grant Michaels, James Adam Shelley, Matthew Sanchez, Sam Hollander, Zachary Barnett
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