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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
L.A.B
Performer
Ara Adams-Tamatea
Bass Guitar
Brad Kora
Drums
Joel Shadbolt
Lead Vocals
Miharo Gregory
Piano
Stu Kora
Piano
Bryn van Vliet
Flute
Kaito Walley
Trombone
Ben Hunt
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ara Adams-Tamatea
Songwriter
Brad Kora
Composer
Joel Shadbolt
Composer
Miharo Gregory
Composer
Stu Kora
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Kora
Producer
Lee Prebble
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I can reveal it, I can show
The days of old, we were young, things were never slow
We partied through the night, drinking beers, smoke weed
It was a life, no regrets, we were living free, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Life was a hoot, I could live rent free
End of a knife like it used to be
We took a dive with the ocean demons
We took a ride, life was oh so beaming
Lived in the edge like an open book
Ate everything, all the things we took
Oh, to be free, oh no, no, no
[Verse 3]
See now moving and a-grooving is how I live
I'ma taking everything, that's a way to live (Living in a world of fantasy)
I make mistakes, that's the way we grow
Nobody's perfect, you can't fool a fool
[Chorus]
Stand in the shoes of a man that's doing
Run to the sun like a runner moves
We got to move with the blows, let's do it
I'm like a flag on a pole, can't move it
Oh, when I hear all the voices sing
Just like the wings of a bird that brings
All that I do is do it for you
[Verse 4]
And now I'm rocking and a-rolling, and I can't deny
I was that man, many woman, yes, I was that guy
Dancing and a-singing till the sun woke up
I could dance, making love, doing all above, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Stand in the shoes of a man that's doing
Run to the sun like a runner's moving
We got to move with the blows, let's do it
I'm like a flag on a pole, can't move
Oh, when I hear all the voices sing
Just like the wings of a bird that brings
It made us re-realise we're living
We never take, we was always giving
[Verse 5]
Now that I know that I live my life
Giving a shit for the ones who strive
I got a pad, pen and paper, reading
My past life, how I hit the ceiling
Let me remind you for how I live
Lived a good life that I want to give
Give it to you, oh, I know
[Verse 6]
Drums on the bass, dancing place
Smoking all day til my eyes go red
Give it up, give it up, hell no way
You won't change the way I play
Every day's high when I want to say
Losing my high, losing the way
Can you feel it? No irie
Mr. Police, Mr. Correct
Written by: Ara Adams-Tamatea, Brad Kora, Hiriini Kora, Joel Shadbolt, Miharo Gregory, Stu Kora