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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jake Lionetti
Jake Lionetti
Songwriter:in
Grace Anne Marlowe
Grace Anne Marlowe
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Josh Rubin
Josh Rubin
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Lyrics

Like a rock in a hard place
Seeing things going my way
I’m chasing dreams that don’t make sense
I find it hard to think straight
They try to see me, wanna be me
I study hard, hope to pass
And I don’t give a fuck
Living the same for so long I finally have it easy
Throw me back down to the ground
Fuel the fire in me
Take your notes, you’re just a joke
Raise your flag, white as snow
I hope someday I’ll be king
I will be king, oh yeah
Give me some sort of reason
Why I always have to act my age
You’ll never pay attention
To all the thoughts running through your brain
Living the same for so long, I finally have it easy
Throw me back down to the ground
Fuel the fire in me
Take your notes, you’re just a fuckin’ joke
Raise your flag, white as snow
I hope someday I’ll be king
They try to see me, wanna be me
They try to see me, so fuckin’ be me
They try to see me, they wanna be me
They just wanna see me
I don’t give a fuck
Written by: Grace Marlowe, Jake Lionetti
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