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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Stimme und Gesang
Will Swan
Will Swan
Leadgitarre
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bassgitarre
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Schreie
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter:in
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter:in
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Songwriter:in
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter:in
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Produzent:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Produzent:in
Anthony Reeder
Anthony Reeder
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Produzent:in
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Produzent:in
Joshua Unitt
Joshua Unitt
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Matthew Lang
Matthew Lang
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Scott Smith
Scott Smith
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
So, you don't believe in magic
I'm never falling from these habits
No, who's ever really static?
Just take my honor, you can have it
[Verse 2]
Don't get all sentimental about it
Oh no
The sun comes up, the rain comes down
There ain't nothin' you can do to change it
[Verse 3]
Don't get all sentimental about it
Oh no
Life's not fair
Empathy is overrated
[Verse 4]
Look the other way, always been my game
Got a way of cleaning, all the shame tryna stain my name
Look the other way, darkness in the shade
Got a way of feeling, like I'm faking every single breath I take
[Verse 5]
Don't get all sentimental about it
Oh no
The sun comes up, the rain comes down
There ain't nothin' you can do to change it
[Verse 6]
Don't get all sentimental about it
Oh no
Life's not fair
Empathy is overrated
[Verse 7]
Look the other way, always been my game
Got a way of cleaning, all the shame tryna stain my name
Look the other way, darkness in the shade
Got a way of feeling, like I'm faking every single breath I take
[Verse 8]
LOOK THE OTHER WAY, ALWAYS BEEN MY GAME
Got a way of pretending, like I'm faking every single word I say
[Verse 9]
COME UP IN MY CLOSET, I'MA GET YOU FAT
THERE'S A CHILL, INITIAL FEELING, WHEN I COME RIGHT BACK
I CAN SEE THE ORCHIDS BLOOMING OUT YOUR BEAUTIFUL CRACK
SINCE MY HEAD IS NOW MY BELLY, I NEED BIG BRAIN SNACKS
[Verse 10]
WELCOME TO MY ODYSSEY, WITH THE LOPSIDED LOAVES
THE LIMP WRISTED WINDED SEX ON ABDOMEN
WHAT'S MY STYLE, I'M BLIND TO DUDE TOOTH CLANG
CHOMP REAL LOUD, I TUNED OUT ALL INTERVALS
[Verse 11]
LOOKING THROUGH THE GLASS, WATCHIN' EYES CRY GLITTER
SLID IN ON A SNACK LACED IN BODY SUIT SLIPPER
I'MA PEEL IN TWO AND THEN SHED MY IMAGE
TURN INTO SOME PANORAMIC SPINNING GOLD BRIDGES
'CAUSE WE
[Verse 12]
Da
Da, Da, Da
Da, Da, Da-ah-ah
Da, Da, Da-ah-ah, Da, Da
[Verse 13]
Da
Da, Da, Da
Da, Da, Da-ah-ah
Da, Da, Da-ah-ah, Da, Da
Written by: Jonathan Mess, Matt Mingus, Tilian Pearson, Tim Feerick, Will Swan
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