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Fred again.. x Kettama x Shady Nasty - Hardstyle
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KETTAMA
KETTAMA
Synthesizer Programming
Shady Nasty
Shady Nasty
Vocals
Fred again..
Fred again..
Synthesizer Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Campbell
Evan Campbell
Composer
Luca & Watson
Luca & Watson
Songwriter
Kevin Stathis
Kevin Stathis
Songwriter
Hadyn Green
Hadyn Green
Songwriter
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KETTAMA
KETTAMA
Producer
Fred again..
Fred again..
Producer

Lyrics

Rate the Uber five stars, reclined in the back
Bottles by my feet, better than 20 hours in the rental, micro sleep
20 excuses, tell 'em where the fuck I'd been
Ay, I need to be a doctor, not a pop star
Yeah, I'm playin' Need For Speed through this ten-inch screen
They're burnin', can't catch up to me, I need to be a doctor
Ay, mental in this hire car
Close 'em eyes, close 'em eyes and let the driver speak
Right foot like an anchor, I'm loaded up heavy
Could not thank you more for all these things I'm carryin' to the graveyard
Swear I've heard it all
Born to smoke the streets, out forced to hold a mic
It's cold tonight, brother, I might just need a light
Maybe I need a taser to my chest, but then I think about the rest like
Where would I be without them all? Where'd they be without me?
Where would I be without them all? Where'd they be without me?
Where would I be without them all? Where'd they be without me?
Secrets, I don't wanna have 'em
Regrets, I don't wanna have 'em
Thankin' them for Air Maxes and thankin' them for skylines
Couldn't be here without them both
I wouldn't be in the booth with hopes and dreams
Passin' through an RBT, they're askin' me
"Do you know the reason why we let you free?" Nah
Met so many people who've been good to me
I might just have to pay 'em back, one day
One eye on the prize, the other on attack
20 hours in the rental while I micro-sleep
Devil on my shoulder sayin' that I shoulda been a doctor
Right foot like an anchor, I'm loaded up heavy
Could not thank you more for all these things I'm carryin' to the graveyard
Swear I've heard it all
Born to smoke the streets, out forced to hold a mic
It's cold tonight, brother, I might just need a light
Maybe I need a taser to my chest, but then I think about the rest like
Where would I be without them all? Where'd they be without me?
Where would I be without them all? Where'd they be without me?
Where would I be without them all? Where'd they be without me?
Secrets, I don't wanna have 'em
Regrets, I don't wanna have 'em
Secrets, I don't wanna have 'em
Regrets, I don't wanna have 'em
Written by: Evan Campbell, Fred Gibson, Hadyn Green, Kevin Stathis, Luca, Luca & Watson
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