TRACK LIST
00:00 — INTRO
00:47 — JACKBOYS — OUT WEST ft. Young Thug
03:25 — JACKBOYS, Sheck Wes — GANG GANG
07:30 — JACKBOYS — WHAT TO DO? ft. Don Toliver
11:40 — JACKBOYS. Pop Smoke, Travis Scott — GATTI
14:41 — Travis Scott — HIGHEST IN THE ROOM (REMIX — Audio) ft. ROSALÍA, Lil Baby
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Cardigan · Don Toliver
Heaven Or Hell
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Co- Producer: CVRE
Producer: Frank Dukes
Assistant Mixer: Jimmy Cash
Co- Producer: Mido
Masterer, Mixer: Mike Dean #MWA
Co- Producer: Mike Dean #MWA
Assistant Mixer: Sage Skolfield
Assistant Mixer: Sean Solymar
Producer: Sonny Digital
Recorded by: Zach Steele
Writer: Caleb Toliver
Writer: Adam Feeney
Writer: Sonny Uwaezuoke
Writer: Mike Dean
Writer: Jun Ha «CVRE» Kim
Writer: Mohamed «Mido» Elkhalifa
Its been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Its been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But theyd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor and guess what he told me?
Guess what he told me?
He said girl you better try to have fun
No matter what you do, but hes a fool
Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
All the flowers that you planted mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But Im willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Русский перевод:
7 часов и пятнадцать дней,
с тех пор, как ты забрал свою любовь.
Я выхожу каждую ночь и сплю весь день,
с тех пор, с тех пор, как ты забрал свою любовь.
С тех пор, как ты ушёл, я могу делать — что захочу,
я могу видеться — с кем захочу.
Я могу обедать в модном ресторане.
Но ничто.
Я говорю, ничто не может развеять эту печаль.
Потому что ничто не сравнится,
ничто не сравнится с тобой.
Здесь так одиноко без тебя,
как птице одиноко без песни.
Ничто не может остановить падение этих одиноких слез.
Скажи мне малыш, где я ошиблась?
Я могла бы обнять любого парня, которого увидела,
но они только бы напомнили мне о тебе.
Я сходила к доктору и знаешь, что он мне сказал?
Знаешь, что он мне сказал?
Он сказал, девушка, вы лучше попробуйте получать удовольствие,
от всего что делаете, но он — дурак.
Потому что ничто не сравнится,
ничто не сравнится с тобой.
Все цветы, что ты посадил маме
на заднем дворе.
Все погибли, когда ты ушел.
Я знаю, что жить с тобой, малыш, было иногда сложно,
но я хочу попробовать еще раз.
Ничто не сравнится,
ничто не сравнится с тобой.
— Directed by Zach Wilson of Two Brothers Films.
Recorded and Mixed by Orion Paradis at www.soulsound.ca
We recognize and thank Creative Saskatchewan for their financial support in the production of this video.
— Lyrics:
Dead Love couldnt go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I aint coming home with you
My lifes a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe dont know what Im gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, miss-spells
Knocks me on my knees
It didnt hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell Ill be in good company
Dead Love couldnt go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I aint coming home with you
My lifes a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe dont know what Im gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, misspells
Knocks me on my knees
It didnt hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell Ill be in good company
℗ 1970 Curtom Classics Inc., a label of Warner Strategic Marketing
Saxophone: Clifford Davis
Producer: Curtis Mayfield
Vocals: Curtis Mayfield
Assistant Engineer: Danny Turbeville
Drums: Donald Simmons
Violin: Elloit Golub
Arranger, Instruments: Gary Slabo
Woodwinds: Harold Dessent
Viola: Harold Klatz
Instruments: Harold Lepp
Trumpet: John Howell
Keyboards: John Ross
Saxophone: Leonard Druss
Trombone: Lorin Binford
Percussion: Master Henry Gibson
Guitar: Patrick Ferreri
Guitar: Phil Upchurch
Instruments: Richard Single
Arranger: Riley Hampton
Horn: Robert Lewis
Drums, Percussion: Robert Sims
Engineer: Roger Anfinson
Baritone Saxophone: Ron Kolber
Trumpet: Rudolph Stauber
Instruments: Sam Heiman
Violin: Sol Bobrob
Engineer: Tom Flye
Writer: Curtis Mayfield
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