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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rico Love
Rico Love
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Composer
Rico Love
Rico Love
Composer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Julian Vasquez
Julian Vasquez
Recording Engineer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Mixing Engineer
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Producer
Thurston McCrea
Thurston McCrea
Recording Engineer
Brandon Jones
Brandon Jones
Assistant Engineer
Rico Love
Rico Love
Producer
Edward Sanders
Edward Sanders
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Kasych
Chris Kasych
Recording Engineer
Danja Danja
Danja Danja
Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, feel real good Cameras on the ceiling Cameras on the corners of my bed I barely know you but I'm feeling Like you really did something to my head It's close to me tonight And I just want to be up in your hair And I'll be alright Long as I feel your body right there It seems so crystal clear, I know that Everybody's somebody's freak Say it again, say it again Everybody's somebody's freak The question is, whose are you? Well, can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Don't need no television I'll just watch your body going down I'll touch you with precision Go crazy when you make those sounds Feels like a wet dream This time, baby, you can be the star A freaky sex dream Visualize, make sure you play your part And when I get nice and hard, turn the lights on Everybody's somebody's freak Say it again, say it again Everybody's somebody's freak The question is, whose are you? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Vases, chandeliers, glass of wine, can of beer Alcohol can't end the fear, here's the wheel, can you steer? Don't need tickets in the Lear, you perform I would share You can scream, no one hears, feed your face, no one cares The floor appears to be yours Go 'head, pop the champagne Just like we're on a world tour Sex would be a campaign 'Cause everybody's somebody's freak Say it again, say it again Everybody's somebody's freak The question is, whose are you? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? Can I be your, your, your, your, your freak? I think that's enough Yeah, turn the lights on
Writer(s): John Rich, Vicky Lynn Mcgehee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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