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God Bless Groupie Love - Lana Del Rey ft. A$AP Rocky (Mashup)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Piano
Dean Reid
Dean Reid
Drums
Mighty Mike
Mighty Mike
Percussion
Kieron Menzies
Kieron Menzies
Drums
Trevor Yasuda
Trevor Yasuda
Keyboards
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Keyboards
David Levita
David Levita
Electric Guitar
Zac Rae
Zac Rae
Electric Guitar
Berkay Birecikli
Berkay Birecikli
Percussion
Aaron Sterling
Aaron Sterling
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Songwriter
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Producer
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Producer
Dean Reid
Dean Reid
Mixing Engineer
Kieron Menzies
Kieron Menzies
Engineer
Trevor Yasuda
Trevor Yasuda
Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You're in the bar, playing guitar I'm tryin' not to let the crowd next to me It's so hard sometimes with the star When you have to share him with everybody You're in the club, living it up I'm tryin' not to let the crowd notice me It's so sweet, swinging to the beat When I know that you're doin' it all for me And every time you look up I know what you're thinking of I know what you're thinking of You want my Groupie love Groupie love Groupie love Time after time, writing my lines Having my baby there, next to me It's so sweet, pouring you a drink And pretending that nothing means anything This is my life, you by my side Key lime and perfume and festivals Taking our dreams, turning them to things It's like magic, babe, isn't life wonderful? And every time we hook up I know what you're thinking of I know what you're thinking of You want my Groupie love Groupie love Groupie love Front row, every show like a hype man (hmm) Sing along word for word while she my bae (yeah) Side stage, fans screamin' causin' migraines Yamborghini-high, but she ain't on my grade (hmm, hmm) God dang, got a nigga actin' irate (hmm, hmm) My babe, my babe stay on my brain (yeah) My babe, made me sing to a fire escape City girl, but she grew up in the tri-state She ain't got no time for no groupie love (hmm) We don't pay no minds to the thug with a- (hmm) Love girls, you and I, so who do we trust? You and I, 'til the day we die Groupie love Groupie love Groupie love (You are my babe) Groupie love Groupie love Groupie love Groupie love
Writer(s): Lana Del Rey, Rakim Mayers, Rick Nowels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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