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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Everyone You Know
Everyone You Know
Performer
Harvey Thomas Kirkby
Harvey Thomas Kirkby
Programming
Rhys Kirkby-Cox
Rhys Kirkby-Cox
Vocals
Henry Counsell
Henry Counsell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harvey Thomas Kirkby
Harvey Thomas Kirkby
Composer
Rhys Kirkby-Cox
Rhys Kirkby-Cox
Composer
Henry Counsell
Henry Counsell
Composer
Pablo Bowman
Pablo Bowman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Everyone You Know
Everyone You Know
Producer
Barny Barnicott
Barny Barnicott
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Under strobe lights Flashing after midnight I've never been this high Tell me, have you? Under strobe lights Raving 'til the sunrise We ain't saying goodbye So, this is our tune We heard them DJs saying This one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Lads want ladies to take them home So, this one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Two stepping 'til they lose control Look, I wanna rave like fire starters I wanna rave in the finest Pradas Find your partners, no sayanoras 'Til it all kicks off and thеre's sirens after I wanna ravе in kickers and wallabees Kick off with wannabes Raving in trainers that we can't afford Get lick up and listen to Prodigy Honestly, promise me That we rave like that 'Til DJs tell us that we need to go home Versace blue jeans, Ralphy Polos Gucci loafers, pose in photos I wanna rave like that 'til the sun comes up But the night don't end Then that tune comes on and that thing kicks in You're with your best friends there Under strobe lights Flashing after midnight I've never been this high Tell me, have you? Under strobe lights Raving 'til the sunrise We ain't saying goodbye So, this is our tune We heard them DJs saying This one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Lads want ladies to take them home So, this one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Two stepping 'til they lose control This one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Lads want ladies to take them home So, this one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Two stepping 'til they lose control I wanna rave like it's '99 or '95 in Air Max 95 And treat midweek days like Friday nights So we call in sick to our 9 to 5 I wanna, I wanna rave like my father did Dance all night, no arguments Trust me, only take half of this I said, trust me, only take half of this, alright? Never stand about, we're all dancers Brandy stains on your mama's carpets Moschino shirts and Versace glasses There's laughter, lighters, lagers afters I wanna rave like that 'til the sun comes up But the night don't end Then that tune comes on and that thing kicks in You're with your best friends there This one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Lads want ladies to take them home So, this one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Two stepping 'til they lose control (lose control) This one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Lads want ladies to take them home So, this one ain't for the radio This one's just for the raving souls Two stepping 'til they lose control This one ain't for the radio... This one ain't for the radio... This one ain't for the radio...
Writer(s): Pablo Bowman, Harvey Thomas Kirkby, Rhys Kirkby-cox, Henry Aubrey Horton Counsell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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