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PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Drums
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Rhythm Guitar
Jesse®
Jesse®
Vocals
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Programming
Michael Margott
Michael Margott
Bass Guitar
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse®
Jesse®
Songwriter
Jason Mills
Jason Mills
Songwriter
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Songwriter
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Songwriter
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Songwriter
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Songwriter
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Songwriter
Michael Margott
Michael Margott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Producer
David Andrew Sitek
David Andrew Sitek
Producer
Dave Cerminara
Dave Cerminara
Recording Engineer
Miro Mackie
Miro Mackie
Recording Engineer
Liza Boldyreva
Liza Boldyreva
Recording Engineer
Danny Parra
Danny Parra
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I won't lie, I don't love you all the time, baby I do sometimes but it's hard for me to fall in, baby Put yourself down, have a little shame Help me bring it back before we go away We are all the same, we are all to blame I don't need to say anybody's name I'm the fucking heartache, I'm the alien No, I'm not from Mars but I'm sure it's where I'll get All wars comin' first, Star Wars comin' next It'll always be a mess, we were all forced to exist I won't lie, I don't love you all the time, baby (I won't lie) I do sometimes (yeah) But it's hard for me to fall in, baby (sometimes) Yeah, look, 24/7, I be playing, shit You call my line, I hit decline, you know I ain't shit And ancient history told me "play the game, shawty" Cleopatra and Nefertiti, them titties have you left for dead But when they see me gleaming on TV, I be in they head Don't let me put my peenie on TV, that's a lot of head Pornstar, pornstar, might as well be 'Cause my D, he a pornstar, say hi (hello) I'm a stay fly (fellow) I don't make time for hoes, break her heart then I play my cello Shalom, farewell, and chop, I'm in, I'm out I hit, I'm out, I can't love with the doubt We fight, we fuck, we fuck-fight, fight, we fuck I think it sucks, like: "Why we gotta talk so much?" We switch it up, like we ain't gotta speak on none We fuck, we fuck, we fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Back in the day we was lay in the sun Found out that I need a son, always had fun Back in the day in the sun Al—always had f—back in the I don't feel the way that I used to (Anymore) I don't ever wanna confuse you (Anymore) We were never on the same page (Never ever) And it might be time for a change But what do I do if I lose you? Do you remember when we were friends? Nothing more than that Had to last, told me that you had my back I said "I've got yours back, no matter what you do No matter where you go, I'll be there to let you know, I'll be true No matter what's at stake, I won't ever lie or fake" We both know something's off, it's so easy to see We know it's obvious but don't wanna believe it Di-didn't do the best but we got there first Huddled up together when the weather got worse There for each other for whatever like brothers so we gotta make it work I don't feel the way that I used to (Anymore) I don't ever wanna confuse you (Anymore) We were never on the same page (nNever ever) And it might be time for a change But what do I do if I lose you? Jesse, it's time for the bears I swears, I'm just sitting over here in the chair But I'm downstairs, I'm doing my hairs Dude, your concert was off the chain, bro I saw it in Brazil, it went freaking nuts You are a freaking star You know, dude, everybody in life has a place And that's where your place is In the—in the limelight, you know? 'Cause you're a freaking star, dude, let me tell ya.
Writer(s): Lars Stalfors, Jeremy Allen Freedman, Zach Shane Abels, Michael Blake Margott, David Andrew Sitek, Jesse J Rutherford, Jason Mills, Brandon Fried Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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