• 标题:Seven (feat. Latto) - Clean Ver.
  • 歌手:Jung Kook;Latto
  • 专辑:Seven (feat. Latto) - Clean Ver.
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    Seven (feat. Latto) - Clean Ver. - Jung Kook/Latto
    Lyrics by:Andrew Watt/Jon Bellion/Henry Walter/Theron Makiel Thomas/Latto
    Composed by:Andrew Watt/Jon Bellion/Henry Walter/Theron Makiel Thomas/Latto
    Produced by:Andrew Watt/Cirkut
    (Andrew Watt/Jon Bellion/Henry Walter/Theron Makiel Thomas/Latto)
    Keyboard:Andrew Watt/Cirkut
    Guitar:Andrew Watt
    Drums:Cirkut
    Programming:Cirkut
    Background Vocals:Jung Kook/Andrew Watt/Cirkut/Jon Bellion/Theron Makiel Thomas
    Recording Engineers:Marco Sonzini/Paul LaMalfa @ Henson Recording Studios, Los Angeles (Assisted by Tommy Turner)/Latto's Vocals Engineered by Ben Hogarth @ Doppler Studios, Atlanta
    Mix Engineer:Serban Ghenea @ MixStar Studios, Virginia Beach, VA (Assisted by Bryce Bordone)
    Mastering Engineer:Mike Bozzi @ Bernie Grundman Mastering Hollywood, CA
    Weight of the world on your shoulders
    I kiss your waist and ease your mind
    I must be favored to know ya
    I take my hands and trace your lines
    It's the way that we can ride
    Think I met you in another life
    So break me off another time
    You wrap around me and you give me life
    And that's why night after night
    I'll be lovin' you right
    Monday Tuesday Wednesday
    Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
    Thursday Friday
    Seven days a week
    Every hour every minute every second
    You know night after night
    You love when I jump right in
    All of me I'm offering
    Show you what devotion is
    Deeper than the ocean is
    Wind it back I'll take it slow
    Leave you with that afterglow
    Tightly take control
    Tightly take his soul
    Take your phone and put it in the camera roll
    Leave them clothes at the door
    What you waiting for
    Better come and hit ya goals
    He jump in it both feet
    Going to the sun-up
    We ain't getting no sleep
    Seven different sheets
    Seven different angles
    I can be your fantasy
    Open up say ahhh
    Come here baby let me swallow your pride
    What you on I can match your vibe
    Hit me up and I'mma Cha Cha Slide
    You make Mondays feel like weekends
    I make him never think about cheatin'
    Got you skipping work and meetings
    Let's sleep in