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Lola Young
Lola Young
Stimme und Gesang
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Bass
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Synthesizer
Conor Dickinson
Conor Dickinson
Gitarre
Will Brown
Will Brown
Tasteninstrumente
Jared Solomon
Jared Solomon
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lola Young
Lola Young
Songwriter:in
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Songwriter:in
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
Songwriter:in
Conor Dickinson
Conor Dickinson
Songwriter:in
Will Brown
Will Brown
Songwriter:in
Jared Solomon
Jared Solomon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Solomonophonic
Solomonophonic
Produzent:in
Carter Lang
Carter Lang
Produzent:in
Buddy Ross
Buddy Ross
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Manuka
Manuka
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Nathan Phillips
Nathan Phillips
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Dale Becker
Dale Becker
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I know That you push me away And you got better things to be doing Than making my day And I know, I know Life can be hard But you didn't need to scream in my face when parking Your dumb little car And I gave you an ultimatum, it's me or the weed And you laughed in my face and said, "What the hell do you mean?" And I just wanna be your favourite priority But I'll never be, I'll never be and You make it hard to see beneath the rubble But I shovel that shit to the left, say you're not that kind of guy I work hard to stay in your good books But you don't read, so why do I try? You make it hard to see beneath the rubble While I shovel that shit to the left instead of sleeping at night I work hard to stay in your good books So, next time, keep that in my mind Keep that in my mind Keep that in my mind, mind, mind, mind Keep that in my mind You broke my heart And then my phone And you're passive-aggressive, 'cause you can't learn a lesson You ain't been told, so that's my bad and that's my fault, and I I gave you an ultimatum, it's me or the weed And you laughed in my face, said, "What, what the hell do you mean?" And I just wanna be your favourite priority But I'll never be, I'll never be, and You make it hard to see beneath the rubble But I shovel that shit to the left, say you're not that kind of guy I work hard to stay in your good books But you don't read, so why do I try? You make it hard to see beneath the rubble But I shovel that shit to the left instead of sleeping at night I work hard to stay in your good books So, next time, just keep that in my mind Can you keep it in, can you keep it in, can you keep it in your mind? Can, can you keep it in, can you keep it in your mind? Keep me in, can you keep me in your mind? Can you keep it in your mind? And, oh, you make it hard to see beneath the rubble But I shovel that shit to the left, say you're not that kind of guy I work hard to stay in your good books (oh) But you don't read (you don't even read), so why do I try? You make it hard to see beneath the rubble But I shovel that shit to the left instead of sleeping at night I work hard to stay (to stay) in your good books So, next time (next time), just keep that in my mind
Writer(s): Carter Lang, Josiah Sherman, Jared Solomon, William Brown, Conor Luke Dickinson, Lola Emily Mary Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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