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Childish Gambino - Cruisin' (Audio) ft. Yeat
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Childish Gambino
Childish Gambino
Performer
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Drums
Ely Rise
Ely Rise
Keyboards
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Drum Machine
Donald Glover
Donald Glover
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Composer
Donald Glover
Donald Glover
Composer
Michael Uzowuru
Michael Uzowuru
Composer
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Composer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ludwig Göransson
Ludwig Göransson
Producer
Donald Glover
Donald Glover
Producer
Michael Uzowuru
Michael Uzowuru
Producer
Tyler Johnson
Tyler Johnson
Additional Producer
Riley Mackin
Riley Mackin
Recording Engineer
Brittney Orinda
Brittney Orinda
Recording Engineer
Patrick Gardner
Patrick Gardner
Assistant Engineer
Conner McFarland
Conner McFarland
Assistant Engineer
John Armstrong
John Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Eric Eylands
Eric Eylands
Assistant Engineer
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Assistant Engineer
Caroline Whitaker
Caroline Whitaker
Assistant Engineer
Stuart White
Stuart White
Mixing Engineer
Matheus Braz
Matheus Braz
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
DJ Dahi
DJ Dahi
Producer

Lyrics

Had this dream that I'm dead But it look like a jungle do Can't explain with my head But I feel like it's comin' true I be acting like shit is cool And this feelin' that nothin's new Doctor gave me another pill Make me feel like an animal I go walkin' the streets (oh) This life feel like the jungle now Wish I could find a way I'm tryin' every day (uh, uh) But I feel like I'm in a trap I look up at the moon And hope everything go to black (Beat it up, beat it up) Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up, uh) Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up) Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up) Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up) Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up) Too much, too much (beat it up, bеat it up) Too much, too much (beat it up, beat it up) Too much, too much (beat it up, bеat it up) But I still have a dream Like I'm movin' through Africa I can't sleep anymore 'Cause I'm dreamin' of Africa I wake up and the sun in my eye (yeah, yeah) Like I'm seeing two Africas I be livin' my dream 'Cause this dreamin' is not enough (Beat it up, beat it up) (Beat it up, beat it up) (Beat it up, beat it up) (Beat it up, beat it up) Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up) Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up) Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up) Oh, why, why, why? (Beat it up, beat it up) When you almighty, all the Gods cry, all the Gods cry like– Babies walkin' through the belly of the beasts, steady, all night Near sight and far sight, huh, aliens make ya (uh) When you almighty, all the Gods cry, all the Gods cry, like Babies walkin' through the belly of the beasts, steady, all night Babies walkin' through the belly of the beasts, steady, all night (Too much, too much) on my own (Too much, too much) on my own (Too much, too much) Can you help me, please? On my own (Too much, too much) On my own (too much, too much) On my own (too much, too much) But I still have a dream Like I'm movin' through Africa I can't sleep anymore 'Cause I'm dreamin' of Africa I wake up and the sun in my eye Like I'm seeing two Africas I be livin' my dream 'Cause this dreamin' is not enough Oh God (beat it up, beat it up) Nobody cares (beat it up, beat it up) (ah, ah) Nobody cares about me (beat it up, beat it up) No, they don't, no, ooh (beat it up, beat it up) Oh (beat it up, beat it up) I need help (too much, too much) Can you help me? (Too much, too much) (Too much, too much) I need to love someone (too much, too much) I need to hold someone (Too much, too much, too much, too much, oh) I cannot do it on my own I'm alone I'm scared I'm a fool I need help Can you help me, please? It's okay, okay, it's okay I don't wanna go out there I know, we're just gonna run And we're gonna jump over it, that's it That's all we're gonna do I'm gonna hold your hand the entire run, okay? We're gonna run, and we're gonna jump over it Okay, you ready? Okay On the count of three, ready? One, two, three
Writer(s): Noah Smith, Donald Glover, Dacoury Natche, Ludwig Goransson, Michael Uzowuru Chinosmso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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