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Clay and Friends - Going Up The Coast

1st single off ''La Musica Popular De Verdun'' available everywhere : http://hyperurl.co/lamusicapopular Watch all the videos of ‪@ClayAndFriends‬:    / clayandfriends   Follow Clay and Friends on : Facebook : https://bit.ly/2BYPXpB Instagram : https://bit.ly/2wH2s7X Twitter : https://bit.ly/2E1csgd Spotify : https://spoti.fi/2sKVlqo Bandcamp : https://clayandfriends.bandcamp.com/ Website : http://www.clayandfriends.ca/ ---------- CRÉDITS VIDÉO Réalisation : Xavier MC Direction artistique : Yann Jobin Merci à tous les @vandales qui ont donnés du temps et grand merci à Julien Roussin et Go-Van, Alexis Trudeau, Tiki Van Motel, Sam Rick, Brit, Claire Ridgely et la FEUS pour leur précieuse aide. ---------- CRÉDITS // GOING UP THE COAST Writer : Mike Clay (Voice/Producer) Producers : Pops : Clément Langlois-Légaré (Guitar/Producer) Poolboy : Adel Kazi (Beatbox/Producer) Killah B : Pascal Boisseau (Bass) Alvaro : Émile Désilets (Keyboard) ---------- LYRICS // GOING UP THE COAST I was going up the coast In a minivan that broke Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’ Pack my bag up, sick of home Never homesick on the road Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’ Drivin’ in a van that was older than I and I, plus 5, heading’ kanye west I fell off the edge of Argentina Better than drowning in gin Ain’t got no saint to blame instead Of my reflection, so I dreamt I packed it all like Anderson To end up where it all began Used to want to live in Brooklyn With a view from my apartment No more homies on the block like On the corner like a stop light I’m a ghost they never notice Never showed up for the showbiz Took it back to the beginning ( ye, ye, ye) When I knew why I was singing I was going up the coast In a minivan that broke Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’ Pack my bag up, sick of home Never homesick on the road Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’ Brown sugah, she called me, The last time we spoke This hard rive, gone save me She answered, I know I was going up the coast In a minivan that broke Like my voice when I told you I was leaving’ Pack my bag up, sick of home Never homesick on the road Got a room by the moon with no ceiling’