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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Whakaio Taahi
Whakaio Taahi
Gitarre
Braden Joshua Bales
Braden Joshua Bales
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Braden Joshua Bales
Braden Joshua Bales
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Whakaio Taahi
Whakaio Taahi
Produzent:in
Braden Joshua Bales
Braden Joshua Bales
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Piss scented wind as I stride down La Brea We'd get a kick out of this Humor in shit I didn't like was your way of Turning my gripes into bliss 'Cause I love to complain And you liked it sweet Sunshine and grumpy To folks who don't speak And I'm feeling such shame Cause you're mad at me And you'd find the fun in a piss scented street I say that I don't but I do Hate you for all that you're putting me through Take it all back, cut the string to my noose I can't handle this pain from you too I wrote you a suicide text Figured explaining a waste of my breath Packed up the blade like I cashed in a check When I saw that familiar red I know what goes on If I can't go on With you in my head Oh, you'll never see me again I placed my worth on the way that you saw me 'Cause Lord knows I didn't belong You knew the depth to this chasm within me And yet you still put out those songs We left it nicely And yet you still turned Daniels and ice for a sinister burn You altered my id To say I'm the worst 'Cause we saw each other for all that we were I say that I don't but I do Hate you for all that you're putting me through Take it all back, cut the string to my noose I can't handle this pain from you too I wrote you a suicide text Figured explaining a waste of my breath Packed up the blade like I cashed in a check When I saw that familiar red I know what goes on If I can't go on With you in my head Oh, you'll never see me again I love you But I hate where we're at I know you Why'd you treat me like that? Below you With your knife in my back I want you To defend what we had I say that I don't but I do Hate you for all that you're putting me through Take it all back, cut the string to my noose I can't handle this pain from you too I wrote you a suicide text Figured explaining a waste of my breath Packed up the blade like I cashed in a check When I saw that familiar red I know what goes on If I can't go on With you in my head Oh, you'll never see me again
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