Download lagu F-POS // CLASSIC ft. Goldfang ft. Moody Beach Mp3

The Golden Century Group presents: a minor C7 møtion pictūre @fpos.hq Mailing List: http://fpos-hq.com/ Stream: http://space-44.lnk.to/fpos-classic F-POS APPAREL: http://chinahooligan.com 00:00 Intro 1:14 Classic 4:25 End // PERSONELL // Director: Rhys Day Cinematography: Tyson Perkins Animation: Sam Clouston Producers: F-POS Editor: Rhys Day Colour Grading: Matt Fez Gaffer: Thomas Keyes Grip: James Corrigan Assistant DOP/Runner: Dakota Fischer Assistant DOP: The Last Addition (Conor McLean) Makeup: Holly Rose Assistant Wardrobe: Octavia Spartels Chicken Whisperer: Lauren Murchison // ACTORS // Goldfang Moody Beach The Red Ranger - Seamus Coyle Moodys Business Associate: Hideyo Naka White Chicken: Hennifer Lopez - In Loving Memory 2014 - 2021 Black Chicken: Chicki Minaj Intro Voice Over: Hannah Rose-Altschwager // MISC // Intro Music: Dubb Riggs Studio Location: Rancom St Studios - Botany Burnt Amp Owner: Angus Rees Film gear provided by Panavision // AUDIO // Classic written by F-POS Produced by Dann Hume & F-POS Mixed by Dann Hume Vocals: Xing Xang Dog aka Big Boss aka Paddy Cornwall aka The Wolves Palatial Godsend Vocals: Gold Fang Vocals: Moody Beach Backing Vocals: Matt Mason Drums: Tom Cardy All other instruments: Dr Köng aka Otacon aka Taras Hrubyj-Piper aka Beanz // LYRICS // I wasted all my magic, a tragic My train fell off its matchstick, we was massive Went looking for a classic, like my dad did Got hooked fell cold on plastic, like a soldier undone Now looking onwards and over the hill I was wrong then, and Ill do it again A fat man sitting down won’t chase you A sugar candy covered coward I wont allow it If I describe you this godless dream A golden hour of ecstasy Cuz its not written in our destiny I wanna be, I wanna be If all I’ve given would bloom in sand The world would know me for who I am Maybe your soul would see all me I wanna be, I wanna be Im sicking 666 Im going down with the bricks This aint no gangster sermon soul I used to be a little lock stock with a beast in a bottle lemme break this down once more I really gotta get a hold on this ima lose my grip I want your smile turn sparkling gold We lose hope we let got from the top like a belly flop I got my snake eyes set on you