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Tinie Tempah-Illusion
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tinie Tempah
Tinie Tempah
Vocals
Luke Steele
Luke Steele
Vocals
Sam Frank
Sam Frank
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Shuckburgh
Alexander Shuckburgh
Songwriter
Luke Steele
Luke Steele
Songwriter
Sam Frank
Sam Frank
Songwriter
Patrick Okogwu
Patrick Okogwu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Hill
John Hill
Producer
Alexander Shuckburgh
Alexander Shuckburgh
Producer
Dick Beetham
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer
Joachim Says
Joachim Says
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

My neighbours keep gettin mugged so we sleep with the alarm on Bedroom filled with Mricro-SD's and Comme Des Garcons Staring at the ceiling listening to So Far Gone Tryna make the world pay me pay me daily like carson My mom say I need to put on weight like Kelly Clarkson She say I work like a soldier steady marchin' Left right, left right, left right, left right Tryna keep it smelling like Elizabeth Arden, ahh Apartments, yard river garden Money in the jeans, car key in the cardigan When i was a kid I wished that I could be in Narnia Every time my father disregarded an argument, ahh Wishin I was sitting on the moon, watching videos Wishin I was living on the shoot, with dishonest youths Doing things I didn't wanna do Wishin I could see the world through a different point of view Leave your baggage at the stairs and your worries at the door You don't have to think about problems anymore (I can make you, believe in anything) Uh, I know that everything's changed But i'm under this illusion just so I don't go insane (I can make you, believe in anything) Uh, you eva been too fed up to get up Or wish you had a huge shredder for a few letters Dreaming up these stories of these whole new adventures Like new Louis Vuittons on the new Cinderella Check your sense of humour on the new rumours getting bent Around me teaching you a lesson And I don't mean a lecture Cause only fake [rich, rich] dudes get jealous And we'll never let a [ricj, rich] dude get near us Cause we're up with the stars, somewhere in outer space Cause on the underground I felt so out of place I got Tom, Dick and Harry all lookin' at my face I know they wanna say safe but don't know how to say it Bad body language, I don't understand it When they see Patrick then they all turn to gangsters hehe, And that's a passage from my mantra I started reading from a whole different chapter Leave your baggage at the stairs and your worries at the door You don't have to think about problems anymore (I can make you, believe in anything) Uh, I know that everything's changed But i'm under this illusion just so I don't go insane (I can make you, believe in anything) I can make you i can make you i can make you believe in anything I can make you i can make you i can make you believe in anything
Writer(s): John Graham Hill, Alexander William Shuckburgh, Patrick Junior Chukwuemka Okogwu, Luke James Steele, Samuel James Frank Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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