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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tilian Pearson
Stimme und Gesang
Will Swan
Leadgitarre
Tim Feerick
Bassgitarre
Jon Mess
Schreie
Matthew Mingus
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tim Feerick
Songwriter:in
Will Swan
Songwriter:in
Jon Mess
Songwriter:in
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter:in
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kris Crummett
Produzent:in
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Erik Ron
Produzent:in
Anthony Reeder
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Dance Gavin Dance
Produzent:in
Dryw Owens
Produzent:in
Joshua Unitt
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Matthew Lang
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Scott Smith
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
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
Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no
The sun comes up, the rain comes down
There ain't nothing you can do to change it
Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no
Life's not fair
Empathy is overrated
Look the other way
Always been my game
Got a way of cleaning
All the shame tryna stain to my name
Look the other way
Darkness in the shade
Got away with feeling
Like I'm faking every single breath I take
Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no
The sun comes up, the rain comes down
There ain't nothing you can do to change it
Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no
Life's not fair
Empathy is overrated
Look the other way
Always been my game
Got a way of cleaning
All the shame tryna stain to my name
Look the other way
Darkness in the shade
Got away with feeling
Like I'm faking every single breath I take
Look the other way
Always been my game
Got away pretending
Like I'm faking every single word I say
Come up in my closet I'ma get you fat
That'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
Welcome to my odd ass city 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
Looking through the glass watching eyes cry glitter
Slid in on a sack laced in body suit slipper
I'ma peel in two and then shed my image
Turn into some panoramic spinning gold bridges
Cah Shwink
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
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