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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yebba
Background Vocals
Pino Palladino
Bass
Charles Myers
Acoustic Guitar
James Poyser
Keyboards
James Francies
Keyboards
Marta Bagratuni
Cello
Francesca Dardani
Violin
Sulamit Gorski
Violin
Tia Allen
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbey Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Ronson
Producer
Riccardo Damian
Recording Engineer
Jess Camilleri
Assistant Engineer
Eli Walker
Recording Engineer
Carl Bespolka
Assistant Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Engineer
Yebba
Vocal Producer
Lyrics
Well, she slid down the hall in her socks and yelled, "Come outside"
No, no, no, nothing's wrong
I just happen to have a surprise
So we fell through the door like the autumn leaves
And I wrestled my brother down to his knees
Just to watch as her rocket shot into the October sky
There's a picture of us
In a layer of dust
On the mantle
Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left
'Cause you said you had to fly
In your October sky
Now I work in the city and I blend into the crowd
And the people grieve with me since the towers came down, down
You could cut the pollution with a butter knife
You could wake up at two and then party all night
But I'm missin' my mama, so I stand on the street and get high
There's a picture of us
Hidden in a layer of dust
On the mantle
Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left
'Cause you said you had to fly
In your October sky
Oh, woah, oh
And as I go back home to Memphis
I remember days that I
I was outside shootin' rockets
Almost as high, high
In your October
In your October
In your October
In your October
In your October sky
Writer(s): Abigail Smith
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