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Description
It's like turbulence that hits you without warning: first it pulls you down, then throws you sharply into the clouds. Here, it's all about speed - the private jet is already taking off, and the certainty that ‘this is no time for games’ echoes in your head. The rhymes roll like an engine, luxury flashes between the lines, and even sculpture turns into a joke worth millions. The vibration of pride, light bravado and the feeling that life is an eternal take-off, with no landing in sight.
Producer: 245BASH
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Producer: Adriano
Assistant Sound Engineer: Ben Rugg
Piano: Ben Rugg
Assistant Sound Engineer: Ben Rugg
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Additional arranger: Florian Flo Ongonga
Sound engineer: Florian ‘Flo’ Ongonga
Vocals: Gunna
A&R: James Flynn
Mastering engineer: Joe Laporta
Assistant sound engineer: Rachel Echo Lynn Shumake
Marketing: Shay Ferguson
Producer: TURBO
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