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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bankrol Hayden
Bankrol Hayden
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bailey Lindley
Bailey Lindley
Komponist:in
Hayden Inacio
Hayden Inacio
Texte
William Van Zandt
William Van Zandt
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Alberto Yáñez
Alberto Yáñez
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Bailey Lindley
Bailey Lindley
Produzent:in
Damn James!
Damn James!
Mischtechniker:in
William Van Zandt
William Van Zandt
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh Shared a room with my mom until I'm fifteen And I was livin' on my own when I turned sixteen When your parents break up, you lose your siblings But sometimes it ain't better if we fix things Said the bruises on my body will always go away But the words you said to me, they will always fuckin' stay And yeah, I get presents upon my birthday But that don't mean shit 'cause y'all still separate Goin' home to home will make you really feel so crazy It's love for all my siblings, know we rockin', shout out Haley My brother sixteen, and he 'bout to have a baby It's a beautiful struggle, I thank the man above daily 'Cause what you know about livin' out bags, goin' House to house, and pack all the bags and I'm like... Everybody say, "just chill and relax" But then my heart went and shattered like they threw it on a glass, yeah Shared a room with my mom until I'm fifteen And I was livin' on my own when I turned sixteen When your parents break up, you lose your siblings But sometimes it ain't better if we fix things Said the bruises on my body will always go away But the words you said to me, they will always fuckin' stay And yeah, I get presents upon my birthday But that don't mean shit 'cause y'all still separate I'm that kid that was kind, on the type I was on Blame it on myself and yeah, my mind it went disabled, uh Monday to Tuesday, I'm with my mom, that's the judge's choice Wednesday to Thursday, I'm with my dad, said the judge's voice Shared a room with my mom until I'm fifteen And I was livin' on my own when I turned sixteen When your parents break up, you lose your siblings But sometimes it ain't better if we fix things Said the bruises on my body will always go away But the words you said to me, they will always fuckin' stay And yeah, I get presents upon my birthday But that don't mean shit 'cause y'all still separate Oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh
Writer(s): William Dalton Van Zandt, Bailey Greene Lindley, Inacio Hayden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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