Szerkesztés
I'm coming, baby
I'm gunning for you
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm coming, baby
I'm gunning for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
BLOW - Chris Stapleton - Bruno Mars
Zenei stílus: Pop/Rock
Kiadás éve: 2019
Előadó:
Ed Sheeran
Zeneszerző: Bard McNamee, Brody Brown, Frank Rogers, Greg McKee, J.T. Cure, Bruno Mars, Chris Stapleton, Ed Sheeran
Dalszövegíró: Bard McNamee, Brody Brown, Frank Rogers, Greg McKee, J.T. Cure, Bruno Mars, Chris Stapleton, Ed Sheeran
Zeneszerző: Bard McNamee, Brody Brown, Frank Rogers, Greg McKee, J.T. Cure, Bruno Mars, Chris Stapleton, Ed Sheeran
Dalszövegíró: Bard McNamee, Brody Brown, Frank Rogers, Greg McKee, J.T. Cure, Bruno Mars, Chris Stapleton, Ed Sheeran
Feeling like a bullet
Jumping outta gun
I'm feeling like a winner
I'm feeling like a winner
I feel like the one
You're doing something to me
You're doing something to me
You're doing something strange
Well, jump back, talk to me, woman
You make me wanna make a baby, baby
Supernatural woman
Well, jump back, talk to me, woman
You make me wanna make a baby, baby
Supernatural woman
Supernatural freak
Don't know what you're doing
Don't know what you're doing
Got me feeling weak
Oh, I wanna call you fever, baby
Oh, I wanna call you fever, baby
You can set a fire on me
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You got me down on my knees, begging please
I'm coming, baby
I'm gunning for you
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm coming, baby
I'm gunning for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
You red leather rocket
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You got me down on my knees, begging please
I'm coming, baby
I'm gunning for you
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm coming, baby
I'm gunning for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
You red leather rocket
You little foxy queen
Everybody's watching
Everybody's watching
Pretty little thing
Baby, tell me, what's your fantasy?
Come closer, let's talk about it
You want white lines in a limousine
Whipped cream, and everything in between, yeah
Baby, tell me, what's your fantasy?
Come closer, let's talk about it
You want white lines in a limousine
Whipped cream, and everything in between, yeah
I'm gunning for you
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm coming, baby
I'm gunning for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind