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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Portugal. The Man
Portugal. The Man
Performer
Joacim Persson
Joacim Persson
Percussion
John Gourley
John Gourley
Lead Vocals
Sebastian Arman
Sebastian Arman
Keyboards
Niklas Lif
Niklas Lif
Guitar
Sebastian Lundberg
Sebastian Lundberg
Background Vocals
Victor Rådström
Victor Rådström
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joacim Persson
Joacim Persson
Composer
John Gourley
John Gourley
Composer
Sebastian Arman
Sebastian Arman
Composer
Niklas Lif
Niklas Lif
Composer
Sebastian Lundberg
Sebastian Lundberg
Composer
Victor Rådström
Victor Rådström
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NEIKED
NEIKED
Producer
Joacim Persson
Joacim Persson
Producer
Niklas Lif
Niklas Lif
Additional Producer
Sebastian Lundberg
Sebastian Lundberg
Additional Producer
NEIKED & DECCO
NEIKED & DECCO
Producer
Mitch McCarthy
Mitch McCarthy
Mixing Engineer
Adam Lunn
Adam Lunn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Think I lost my friends
Think I might've lost myself
I'm driftin' through the crowd
My heart is like a carousel
Somebody pulls me closer
The Devil is on my shoulder
Tellin' me I should go there
Just this once
So I stick'em up
Bombs up in the sky
That's when the liquour drops
Music making ripples in our paper cups
And all we do is gli-i-ide, gli-i-ide
So I stick'em up
Cotton candy clouds got me trippin' love
My heart is overflowing, please don't wake me up
And all we do is glide, glide
God knows I've been trying so hard now
God knows I've been stackin' bad karma
Up close, my intentions were good, though
Always end up in the same
Somebody pulls me closer
The Devil is on my shoulder
Tellin' me I should go there
Just this once
So I stick'em up
Bombs up in the sky
That's when the liquour drops
Music making ripples in our paper cups
And all we do is gli-i-ide, gli-i-ide
So I stick'em up
Cotton candy clouds got me trippin' love
My heart is overflowing, please don't wake me up
And all we do is glide, glide
This feels just like '95
Put me on my back tonight
This feels like the place to ride
Place to ride
I don't know that I'm alive
Dancing on we cheat the tide
She seem like she's just my type
Just my type
Stick'em up
Bombs up in the sky
That's when the liquour drops
Music making ripples in our paper cups
And all we do is gli-i-ide, gli-i-ide
So I stick'em up
Cotton candy clouds got me trippin' love
My heart is overflowing, please don't wake me up
And all we do is glide, glide
Glide
Glide
And all we do is gli-i-ide, gli-i-ide
Written by: Joacim Persson, John Gourley, Niklas Lif, Sebastian Arman, Sebastian Lundberg, Victor Rådström
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