Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lisa Heller
Lisa Heller
Leadgesang
Dwight Baker
Dwight Baker
Anderes Instrument
Alex Arnaout
Alex Arnaout
Gitarre
Matthew Brue
Matthew Brue
Anderes Instrument
Max Bienert
Max Bienert
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lisa Heller
Lisa Heller
Komponist:in
Dwight Baker
Dwight Baker
Komponist:in
Alex Arnaout
Alex Arnaout
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Alex Arnaout
Alex Arnaout
Produzent:in
Ross Newbauer
Ross Newbauer
Mischtechniker:in
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mike Post
Mike Post
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Evers
Evers
Fotografie
Colin Price
Colin Price
Grafikdesign

Lyrics

Used to cry about my demons
God, life can be a bitch
Never stared at my reflection
Made me wanna up and switch
They said I can't keep partners
I'd hook um in then drop them
Maybe I'm a little reckless
Baby that's what makes it fun
Yeah I wasn't born a vixen
But so fucking what?
I'm not a baby, pretty lady, call me maybe
Give a smile for your kind of girl
But so fucking what?
No supermodel, prima donna
Date a fossil for the bottle service in return
But so fucking what?
I'm the daughter, sister, best friend
That you can't keep
So say my name, with hesitation
I don't wanna be your favorite, baby, does it hurt?
So fucking what?
You like to listen to The Weeknd
Said you met him at a friends
Got your Japanese whiskey
For the empty compliments
Yeah you like to party
With brunettes and barbies
Said your daddy owns Bacardi
But you haven't made amends
You say you do it all for Jesus
You're so fucking dumb
I'm not a baby, pretty lady, call me maybe
Give a smile for your kind of girl
But so fucking what?
No supermodel, prima donna
Date a fossil for the bottle service in return
But so fucking what?
I'm the daughter, sister, best friend
That you can't keep
So say my name, with hesitation
I don't wanna be your favorite, baby, does it hurt?
But so fucking what?
So, so, so, so-oh?
So, fucking what?
So, so, so, so-oh?
So, fucking what?
I'm in an existential crisis
'Cause I'm made of stars and dust
I guess my life is kinda pointless
But so fucking what?
So, so, so, so-oh?
So, fucking what?
So, so, so, so-oh?
So, fucking what?
I'm the daughter, sister, best friend (So, so, so, so?)
That you can't keep (so fucking what?)
So say my name, with hesitation (So, so, so)
I don't wanna be your favorite, baby does it hurt? (So-oh)
So fucking what?
Written by: Alex Arnaout, Dwight Baker, Lisa Heller
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