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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tank and the Bangas
Künstler:in
Tarriona Ball
Stimme und Gesang
Merell Burkett
Tasteninstrumente
Mark Batson
Tasteninstrumente
Norman Spence
Tasteninstrumente
Joshua Johnson
Begleitgesang
Albert Allenback
Begleitgesang
Scott Welch
Gitarre
Aaron Fessel
Blockflöte
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tarriona Ball
Songwriter:in
Merell Burkett
Komponist:in
Mark Batson
Komponist:in
Norman Spence
Komponist:in
Joshua Johnson
Komponist:in
Albert Allenback
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mark Batson
Produzent:in
Albert Allenback
Ingenieur:in
Scott Welch
Ingenieur:in
Aaron Fessel
Ingenieur:in
Jimmy Douglass
Mischtechniker:in
Dave Kutch
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Scared of it all
Scared that it's gon' drop and fall
I'm scared of it all
It all, all
What if she gets too big for the stars?
Or her head in the clouds, is it all the same?
Am I playing around with my gift? Is this it?
Is it all just in my head? Ooh
I didn't wan' fall in love, but I couldn't even walk straight
I'm trippin', fallin' over ashtrays and mistakes
But I'll be okay (okay, okay, okay, okay)
I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high)
I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high)
Spaced out like Neptune
With green smoke, just weed smoke
The feeling, no ceilings
They callin', they waitin' for me
I'm faded, some day ends
Frustrated 'cause I never made it
Bitch, you never made it, uh
What if she gets too big for the stars?
Or her head in the clouds, is it all the same?
Am I playing around with my gift? Is this it?
Is it all just in my head? Ooh
I didn't wan' fall in love, but I couldn't even walk straight
I'm trippin', fallin' over ashtrays and mistakes
But I'll be okay (okay, okay, okay, okay)
I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high)
I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high)
Spaced out like Neptune
With green smoke, just weed smoke
The feeling, no ceilings
Poppin' peppermint sporadic, got Altoids like ashtrays
Chewing gum in Paris, shit, this has become a hamper
But I can't shake like wall in, or lose like a phone charger
Anybody seen my phone charger? (Yo, where's my phone charger?), shit
Lost that thought, it came back like prodigal
Started something, now it follows me
In a dark room where no one can find me
Mama shouldn't barely recognize me
My family might just despise me
Giving out hugs that don't last long
Memories, hoodies, and menthol
I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high)
I don't get high no more, I don't (high, high, high)
Come get high
Come get high
Writer(s): Joshua Johnson, Tarriona Ball, Merell Burkett, Albert Allenback, Mark Batson, Norman Spence
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